Now, I take a backseat to no one in my admiration for what Georg Riedel and his father, Claus Joseph, have accomplished. I've even visited Riedel's factory and dined at his home in Kufstein, Austria. Talk about biting the hand that fed you. Even century-old balsamic vinegar is ladled out more generously than that. Wine is wonderful.
Wine is great.
Wine is worth cherishing, even. But it's not supposed to be stinted. It's not meant to be so sacred, so rare and removed from life that it's like receiving Communion. Wine is meant to be drunk . Think about it for a minute.