There is no dearth of wine gifts and accessories. I entered “wine” in the search field of Amazon’s website and was able to find more than 317,000 matches, all while in the comfort of my own home. Holiday shopping is so much better than it used to be. Here are a few suggestions to help you narrow your choices.

A bubbly wine is a universal sign of a celebration. But how do you give your holiday event that extra sparkle while staying within a reasonable budget? The answer: Prosecco.

Bigger is better—at least for some things, such as my hair and shoulder pads in the ’80s. When it comes to wine during the holidays, I’m still stuck in that decade: Bigger bottles can be better for a large holiday feast.

It’s going to happen again this holiday season. With the oven on high in the kitchen, a blazing fire in the living room and lots of warm bodies in the house, it’s inevitable that I will serve my red wine too warm.

I’ve visited a number of breweries, but never participated in the actual process of brewing. According to Encyclopedia Britannica, beer has been brewed since 6,000 AD. I’m glad to have some good friends that have been carrying on this centuries-old tradition.

I practice what I preach. Last week, I wrote about combining family activities and vineyard tours. This week I have more than 100 apples in my kitchen. (Yes, we hit the orchards, too.) What’s a girl to do with all of these apples? Make apple pie and pair it with wine, of course.

As much as I wish all of my travel revolved around vineyards and wineries, this would not go over well with the rest of my family. My sons are still in elementary school, and are more interested in grape juice than the fermented version. With that in mind, here are a few New Jersey day trips that include vineyards and other family activities.

High-quality wine is made from high-quality grapes. Who better to produce those grapes than a fifth-generation farmer tending to his family’s fruit? Am I referring to a vineyard in France or Italy? No, this is about Heritage Vineyards right here in the Garden State.

I had fun drinking wine at the Summit Wine and Food Festival. Maybe that doesn’t seem like news, but it was a revelation for me. And I owe it all to one of the sessions I attended there.

The moment I brought the glass to my nose, I knew it was bad. My wine was “corked.” The smell is distinct; for me, it conjures up memories of an old wet basement and hours laboring with a wet vac.

In recent posts, I’ve written about International Grenache Day and Champagne Day. This week, we’ll have another wine to celebrate as we approach the debut of Global Zinfandel Day on Friday, November 19.

There are some fun wine happenings going on in the Garden State this summer. Here’s a sampling of some upcoming events.

I’m back from Washington State where I attended a conference and I tasted many new wines. I also became reacquainted with an old favorite—the DeLille Cellars Chaleur Estate Blanc, an homage to the whites of Bordeaux and part of a flight of wines that I’m calling my discovery of the weekend—wines that are every bit as complex as the French whites they are modeled on.

It’s Day 2 of my group’s tasting tour of Washington State’s Yakima Valley. The sun was our constant companion, making conditions less than ideal for detailed tasting notes, but I did write down some overall impressions.

Ah, the life of a wine blogger. While the rest of the family is sweating out the East Coast heat wave, I’m here in Washington State, lunching in the vineyards of the hot, but dry, Yakima Valley.

For our day trip last week in the Yakima Valley we boarded a bus and drove to our first stop, DuBrul Vineyard, where we lunched on a hilltop overlooking the vines with the snow-covered peaks of Mount Adams and Mount Rainier in the distance.

The Columbia River flows just outside the window of my hotel room in Richland, Washington. Blue skies and bright sunshine make this a perfect day for my trip through the Yakima Valley, Washington State’s oldest wine-producing area.

The wine regions of Washington State are a little off the beaten path. Most are in the eastern part of the state—far from a major airport and require a bit of determination to get there. Still, I’ll be making the trek this week to immerse myself in wine, food and new media at the 2010 North American Wine Bloggers Conference.

Hybrid grape varieties—the result of cross breeding two or more different species—are generally banned from quality winemaking in Europe. In other parts of the world, including the United States, they are not so widely disparaged.

Grape growing and winemaking are not for the wimpy or risk-averse. Consider Phil Davis and Lou Damiani, the childhood friends behind Damiani Wine Cellars.

It’s difficult to take concise notes while tasting hundreds of wines, balancing notebook, pen, and wine glass, and posturing for the best trajectory into the spittoon. Still, TasteCamp East did provide time for individual visits to wineries. In my next series of posts I’ll offer some highlights from a few of those visits.

I’m back from TasteCamp East: Finger Lakes, a weekend of wine immersion to expand my knowledge of one of New York State’s major vineyard areas. I promise there was no whining but it’s taken a week for my palate to recover and to gather my thoughts because in many ways, I was simply blown away.

Last weekend at the Top Bordeaux vs. California Cult Wines Sommelier Taste-Off I sipped along with a panel of experts and the audience as we all tried to identify the origin of twelve different wines. Before I boast about how well I did, I should clarify—the tasting wasn’t blind in the strictest sense.

I’ve been invited to some of the happenings this weekend at the Second Annual New Jersey Food and Wine Festival—a weekend-long event that kicks off Friday, April 30, at the Crystal Springs Resort in Sussex County.

The volcanic eruption in Iceland last week has me thinking a lot about one of my favorite wines—Tenuta delle Terre Nere Etna Rosso—a red wine from the vineyards on Sicily’s Mount Etna—the most active volcano in Europe.

A swarm of buyers and journalists descended on France a couple of weeks ago for the Bordeaux en primeur—a yearly event to taste and assess barrel samples of the current vintage and to sell a portion of the wine as futures—long before they are bottled. By all accounts it was a frenetic event.

The textbook for my spirits class arrived last week and I jumped ahead to the chapter on grappa—a distillate made from grape pomace (vinaccia in Italian)—the pulpy residue left after the grapes have been pressed.

I find “hard liquor”—whiskey, vodka, tequila, mescal, brandy, rum, vodka, and gin—fascinating from a production standpoint. Drinking the stuff however, is not my cup of tea. In fact, I never touch it. That’s about to change—only for academic reasons—as I undertake the letter “S” portion of my WSET (Wine and Spirits Education Trust) Diploma.

At the recent Cru vs. Brew competition I found out that when it comes matching food with wine and beer, the possibilities are endless. Each beverage is a potential winner.

As a speaker of two foreign languages, I know firsthand the pitfalls of trying to articulate certain facts and emotions. At a recent trade tasting I was reminded of this by a rather unexpected sales pitch from a French producer attempting to highlight the special nature of a vintage 1953 sweet wine from the Loire Valley.

I watched the Oscars last Sunday with two friends who are costume designers, each with a long list of credits and plenty of first-hand celebrity experiences. Their commentary in some ways reminded me of the ongoing discussion in wine geekdom about natural wines.

When the earthquake hit Haiti in January, the wine world responded with auctions and events to raise money for relief efforts. This month it’s my turn to contribute by attending Cru vs. Brew, a wine vs. beer competition and dinner, March 23 at Amanti Vino in Montclair.

Like many New Jerseyans, I frequently find myself defending my home state’s virtues—proximity to mountains and our glorious shoreline, cultural attractions and thriving ethnic neighborhoods, and a fabulous food culture and restaurant scene. And where there is such diversity and such a plethora of great food, the availability of great wine naturally follows.

My husband (the pastry cook) and I have been thinking of keeping a diary that we will call “Late to the Party”—in recognition of our recent career changes. The diary would be a record of his desserts with my suggested wine pairings.

The headline read: “The Wine and Chocolate Diet.” Who could resist such a promise? Lose weight while drinking wine and eating chocolate? I simply had to read on.

My pizza and wine tasting panel thoroughly enjoyed two wines that were suggested to me (albeit unknowingly) by what I like to call the “Texas Wine Blogging Trinity”—three people with amazing palates whose love of food, wine, and each other is downright infectious.

Last month, while my colleagues scoured the state for the perfect pizza, my tasting panel and I conducted some research of our own, sampling wines to pair with delicious, homemade pies. We came up with some unusual picks. First up, the Austrian varietal wine, Zweigelt.

This blog is not meant to focus exclusively on Italian wines, but here I go again. I just can’t help myself when there is something fascinating at every bend in the Italian wine road—in this case a grape called Casavecchia. Never heard of it? Neither had I.

The best word to describe my family gatherings during the recent holiday season is “bedlam.” With 40 or so people for dinner on two consecutive nights we went through a good deal of food—and gallons of wine.

In the advertising business (where I began my career) brand strategists are always looking to promote their clients’ “unique selling proposition"—some quality of the product (be it real or imagined) that sets it apart from the pack. The marketers of Champagne—long associated with celebration, romance, and sophistication— understood this concept way before Madison Avenue’s heyday.

I’m not sure when I began this tradition but I always have a bottle of Port on hand during the holidays. There is something about the richness and warmth of Port that really gets me in the spirit for the craziness of the season. Incidentally, this fortified wine from Portugal can also make a nice, last-minute gift for the wine lover in your life.

If most wine lovers are like me, they really aren’t looking for clever wine-related gadgets to offer as holiday gifts. They are looking for wine—and the more the merrier.

My friends used to marvel at how I managed to find the time to read so much—meaning actual literature, current events, and reports on culture that might make me vaguely interesting at a dinner party. But this is no longer the case.

With only a few days left before Thanksgiving, the question of what we’ll be drinking still lingers. There is always that “short list” of wines that work—Pinot Noir, Riesling, Gewurztraminer and the like but each year I like to try something a bit different.

There was a lot of buzz in New York last week with the opening of the latest Danny Meyer restaurant, Maialino. That buzz had been building for weeks in my house because my husband Richard—the newest career changer in the family—is part of the pastry team at this new Roman-style trattoria.

Pork chops with ginger plum sauce and a rich, spicy Gewurztraminer—a perfect match for a recent Sunday dinner that made me nostalgic for my European travels of last summer.

As part of my ongoing WSET Diploma, I had another exam this week, involving a case study on the debate surrounding wine closures—natural cork vs. synthetic vs. screw cap and everything in between. I researched the topic for a month before my exam and suffice it to say—they don’t call it a debate for nothing.

I cannot deny that I have a great affection—perhaps bordering on obsession for Italian wine. So when two students from Italy came to dinner last week I was determined to keep it All-American.

New Jersey farmers are harvesting a bumper cranberry crop this year. One unique way to get your share of the antioxidant-packed berries is with a glass of cranberry wine.

I like desserts that involve the use of dangerous equipment. Crème brulée, for example, can be made with a propane torch to lightly brown its crispy top of caramelized sugar.

Tiefenbrunner Feldmarschall von Fenner zu Fennberg Müller-Thurgau Vigneti delle Dolomiti IGT 2008 is—let’s face it—a mouthful even before you open the bottle.

My husband looks forward to the fall when it is too cold for the rest of his tomato crop to ripen—giving him the perfect excuse to make fried green tomatoes.

Last week I purchased two bottles of wine simply because I liked the labels. This was a first for me—a former graphic designer whom you might imagine could be easily swayed by an enticing visual treatment, especially on a product I love.

From a purely nutritional standpoint I have always disagreed with the notion that wine is food. But can wine be food for thought? It seems to me there are amazing little lessons hiding in every glass.

I’m going to talk about wine in a minute, but before I do, I need to come clean: until last week, I had no idea who Jon and Kate were—you know, the stars of the reality television show Jon & Kate Plus 8. I suppose I’m in the minority on this one.

According to Jancis Robinson’s Oxford Companion to Wine, Floc de Gascogne is the Armagnac region’s answer to Pineau des Charentes (the vin de liqueur of the Cognac region)—which, readers may recall, I embraced as the unhip new sip of this minivan-driving suburbanite who has officially lost her grip on cool.

The kids are back at school and I’ve finally gotten a chance—a few days late—to flip open my laptop and read the inaugural edition of the Palate Press—a new online wine magazine.

Our final day in Alsace was winding down and I had pretty much given up on trying to connect with wine producer Marc Tempé, the famed “Bear of Alsace.”

Alsace, France, is not only a world famous wine destination, but also a great place to reconcile two disparate notions of the perfect vacation. The teenage ideal: sleeping until noon. My ideal, calmly articulated each morning: “I didn’t drag your butts to Europe so you could sleep all day. Now, get out of bed and let’s mega-dose on culture and history.”

The medieval town of Eguisheim in Alsace, France is laid out in a series of concentric circles with several main streets named after three of the region’s most famous grapes—Rue du Riesling, Rue du Muscat, and Rue du Traminer—an indication that you’ve definitely arrived in white wine country.

La Route Du Vin in Alsace, France, is lined with storybook villages and colorful half-timbered houses all nestled against the Vosges—a forested mountain range sprinkled with castles. For a wine-loving Jersey girl with only two days to spare, a visit to La Route promised to be an exercise in frustration.

Imagine living in a suburban town sprinkled with picturesque hillside vineyards where you can stroll as part of your daily exercise routine. Yet you have all the conveniences of a large city nearby. That’s another reason why I love visiting the little neighborhoods in and around Stuttgart.

For most, Stuttgart is not a vacation destination that leaps to mind. But for me it’s a special place—the home of my dear friend Tom Bloch and, as I found out recently, also a destination for a unique wine experience.

A funny thing happened on my way to the Second Annual Wine Bloggers’ Conference last week when I found myself stranded at San Francisco airport then rescued by Marcio Ferreira, a modern day version of Ferdinand Magellan who somehow instinctively knew when to ignore the GPS system and when to follow it as we made our way to Santa Rosa in the middle of the night.

On the final day of the Second Annual Wine Bloggers' Conference, the group drove to Montemaggiore Vineyards, a small, mountainside property in Sonoma’s Dry Creek Valley named after Sicily’s Montemaggiore Belsito—the ancestral home of the current owners, vineyard manager Vincent Ciolino and his winemaker wife, Lise.

The Beatles may have invented the Magical Mystery Tour, but the planners of the Second Annual Wine Bloggers' Conference perfected it.

The Second Annual Wine Bloggers' Conference that I attended last weekend in the Sonoma and Napa regions of California involved countless wine tastings, gobs of food, fascinating people, dynamic presentations, and gorgeous vistas. It’s a tough job but somebody had to do it.

A year ago, I hardly knew what blogging was. This week, I’m heading to California to immerse myself in a world of food, wine, and new media at the second annual American Wine Bloggers Conference.

Mouclade is a wonderful French dish of mussels in a creamy, saffron- curry sauce that is both rich and delicate. One of the key ingredients is Pineau des Charentes, the French aperitif we discussed in our last post.

I live in the burbs. I drive a mini van. My grip on “cool” has officially loosened. So it’s only appropriate that I should embrace Pineau des Charentes, a fortified wine that, by some accounts, is not the hippest drink on the Paris nightclub circuit.

There are more than 40 wineries in the Garden State. Many are taking part in some fun wine events this summer. Here’s a sampling.

If you have been following this blog you know that in January I signed up for a particular form of self-torture manifested as the WSET Diploma—a demanding three-year course of study in wine and spirits. I passed my first exam month, leaving five more levels to go.

The sun was shining yesterday and suddenly I had a hankering for Kir—that summertime apéritif I drank back in art school when I mistook myself for a femme du monde.

Last night I drank a wine that definitely kicks it old school. R. López de Heredia Viña Gravonia Crianza 1999 is a white wine from one of the oldest bodegas in the Rioja Alta region of Spain.

What’s in a name? How about Pinot Gris, Pinot Grigio, Ruländer, Graubergunder, Malvoisie, Tokay d’Alsace and Szürkebarát—all names for the same grape, which is technically not a variety in its own right but a mutated clone of Pinot Noir. Talk about an identity crisis.

We know you just can’t get read enough about sake. In this post we share our tasting notes on a handful of premium varieties.

Sake is produced throughout Japan, from the Northern most island of Hokkaido to Okinawa. With thousands of breweries—each offering several different varieties of sake—one could spend a lifetime getting to know this intriguing beverage.

Sake has been a part of Japanese life and culture for some 2000 years. It is sometimes erroneously called “rice wine” but as I found out last week at a tasting of premium sake, some comparisons to wine are difficult to avoid.

Last week, at a fundraising event, I was introduced as a sommelier. Afterward, I needed to clarify for one very confused guest, that a sommelier is not a native of a tiny nation located on the Horn of Africa.

Every now and then, my boss, Sharon, will open what she calls a “stupid bottle of wine.” These bottles are so-called because, as she puts it: “It’s just a bottle of wine.” Yet their precious and rare nature allows them to command a price that most people wouldn’t dream of paying.

Dry rosé wine is produced the world over and has been catching on in the U.S. Here is a selection from around the globe that could have you sipping pink all summer long.

I’m going to make a bold statement: Real men drink rosé. In fact, rosé is making a comeback as a dry, refreshing, and versatile food wine of many a savvy wine drinker.

As a child, I loved to play in the dirt. Mud pies were my specialty. I could not have imagined that all these years later I would be studying dirt (soil, actually) as part of my ongoing wine certifications.

Before heading home from Italy, I wanted to share some food and wine highlights from our visit to Perugia, the ancient capital city of Umbria.

I pride myself on being adventurous, but here is a bit of advice for anyone planning to explore the wine regions of Umbria: rent a car with a GPS system.

Umbria as it turns out is not to be “taken” so easily. In fact, I couldn’t help wishing I’d spent a tad more time on the treadmill in preparation for the arduous climbs required to traverse each of these fortified Italian hill towns.

When I married my husband, the tenth of fourteen children, a friend asked how I was able to remember all of my new in-laws’ names. Now that I am in the wine trade, I have a similar challenge in studying the French region of Burgundy.

Being in the wine business means constant schmoozing with famous wine personalities as I sip extravagantly expensive and rare vintages from the world’s most obscure appellations. OK, not really.

As promised, I want to share some tasting notes and producer information for the three Almacenista sherries I sampled at the recent “Taste of Revolution” event.

Sporting some seriously Che Guevara-like facial hair and carrying a pocket full of cured meat and salted almonds Fernando, our rep from T. Edward Wines, began a very special tasting of Almacenista sherries with the chant: Viva la Revolución!

Much thought is given to pairing wines with gourmet dishes or the choicest selections of meat, fish, and poultry. But what about more plebian fare like fries and gravy?

Here’s my idea of a holiday: a ski trip with my family to the charming little town of Sutton, just north of the U.S. border in Quebec—and an opportunity to sample the local wines.

As you might imagine, the tomboy with the bruised shins and head full of baseball stats didn’t grow up to be a hopeless romantic.

Customers will sometimes recoil from a delightful bottle of wine simply because it is has a screw cap closure rather than a cork. In such instances, one might think I am pointing a high-voltage stun gun in their direction.

Sometimes a glass of wine is all I need to deliver me from the frazzled circumstances of daily life. Anyone who has experienced rush hour at the Lincoln Tunnel can certainly relate to this.

In the entire world, 277 individuals can claim the distinction of Master of Wine. I am not one of them.

Sherry comes in a range of styles from bone dry and light to syrupy sweet. In this second of two posts on the topic, we look at the different Sherry styles and how they are served.

I grew up a tomboy in a neighborhood full of boys, four of whom were my brothers. I memorized sports statistics, played some outfield, and wore my bruised shins with pride. But the one thing I would never do was spit.

They say that Winston Chuchill fought for it and Marilyn Monroe took a bath in it. Whatever you do with the Champagne that you don’t drink this New Year’s, don’t let it languish indefinitely in your fridge waiting for a special occasion.

If you think that your favorite wine drinker needs a titanium-handled, battery-charged corkscrew perhaps you are overlooking some basics that every wine lover can use and some non-essentials that add a little interest.

Following are some last-minute gifts to consider.

Customers often ask me for “sulfite-free” wine.  When they do, I try to be as gentle as possible in delivering the scandalous news that there is no such thing.

As promised, we are going to talk some more about those hard-to-spell and hard-to-pronounce Greek wines. One thing is for sure: They are not hard to enjoy.

The Thanksgiving leftovers are finally gone, but there are still those half-empty wine bottles to contend with. What’s a person to do?

My husband is the chef in our house. I do two things in the kitchen. One of them involves a corkscrew.

Deciding which wines to pair with the wide range of flavors, textures and aromas that find themselves together on Thanksgiving Day might seem like a daunting task. It doesn’t have to be.

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