NECTAR OF THE GODS

When I die and go to heaven there had better be DRC. For I certainly have not imbibed enough of the wines of the legendary Domaine de la Romanée-Conti. The juice of the gods sucked from the ground through Pinot Noir and Chardonnay grapes into your glass via Burgundy in France. I often joke about drinking style, sucking on the marrow of life, drinking tea, and eating cake, and drinking “the finest wines available to humanity.”