The Right To Wine

Wine, the nectar of the gods. Or so I'm told. It is something that has been enjoyed for many centuries, that's for sure but beyond that I don't know much about wine. I know they make it from grapes. And sometimes other fruits. It gets bottled up or in some cases boxed up and shipped out so that we can enjoy it with our meals, when we want to celebrate, after a long day at the office, after a stressful day, when we have company, well, really whenever we darn well please.

Other than that I don't know much about wine. What I do know could probably be poured into a thimble. I know what I like and what I don't but I never really remember much else. To tell you that it's a Cabernet Sauvignon made by so and so, I usually don't pay attention too much to that. Gasp! I know. I can tell you if it's red, white, rose or white zinfandel and then if it's sweet or dry but that's it. I'm getting better at remembering the names of those that I enjoy.

For my latest book, Deceitful Truths, it is a companion book or sequel (still figuring that out) to Captured Lies. Both are based around a winery in Ontario. Now why I chose a winery I have no idea. Why I chose Ontario, I have no idea. What I do know is that I'm glad I know people there, who know people there, who know people there... or I'll just have to ask strangers for some answers.

As I mentioned I like wine but I only drink it once in a while. I've done the wine tour thing, a couple of times. I've hung out with people who are wine connoisseurs. And I've tried different wines. And do you think I can remember anything about all of the wine process, the types, what to pair it with? Nope. I have to read. And then read again. Not sure why it won't stick but...
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