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My favourite position is Dogliani style

Real talk: installing six pieces of IKEA furniture on a Sunday with subsequent plans to write, study, and plug away at a work report is a stupidly ambitious goal, but I knew plans wouldn't work out as soon as I woke up hungover to see the delivery truck arrive just outside the window. Who says yesterday's steamed golden lava bun-stained shirt isn't fashionable? Cue scenes with nails that won't screw and Viognier to quell such frustrations, and then Googling how many calories are spent putting furniture together for eight hours. And then, do you ever have fucking fantastic conversations with an AIDS physician on a Saturday night and 5-more-minutes yourself way too many times? Jesus Christmas. Piedmont week is the thicc daddy of the Northern Italian portion of...

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Valtellina, this is a lip sync for your life we need to see your lips

As a west coast Canadian native, it slightly hurt to miss the GuildSomm seminar on Ontario wines after having snagged a ticket to slightly make up for missing last year's Canada-themed Vancouver International Wine Festival. I also missed the first half of the Lombardia and Emilia-Romagna seminar for this week's Italian Wine Scholar class because of things. I'm missing some marks, y'all. I didn't get to cry my tears of Canadian Riesling, but I did get to cry tears of Lambrusco. I'm also not afraid of disrupting the middle of class to pour myself a glass of Franciacorta. Bitch, I paid for this course. Give me that fuckin' yeast. The week also involved a day of packing and moving to a new apartment. Huzzah! Come through, gaybourhood. I don't...

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Fumin Behaviour

Friends who've taken the challenging WSET diploma have even told me to prepare for the difficult buffoonery of the two-part Italian Wine Scholar course. I was making flash cards on two of Italy's smallest regions and my hand quickly cramped up in a painful taco-eating position. I've got the Valle d'Aosta and Liguria mostly down - two sub-regions which are mere footnotes in most wine reference books - and I fear for study time when it comes to Piedmont and the Veneto. I'm TREMBLING. Speaking of shitty timing, the two-edged sword of moving homes is happening again! I'm moving closer to the city with, somehow, much cheaper rent and a better location. But that also probably means I have to study flashcards and take apart a bed at...

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Verdicchi-oh no she betta don’t

Two of my goals for this week were to type up the following tasting notes on the Lugana DOC tasting from the 2017 Wine Bloggers Conference and to also prepare for the first portion of the Italian Wine Scholar course next week. It's dawned on me that the first month of 2018 hasn't even ended yet and I've become that cliché of a bright-eyed person entering the New Year, biting off more than he could chew. Bitch, or not: I've got a bottle of wine and an empty Sunday. Let's do this. I'm still going solidly on my book-reading goals for this year though, and for some reason I decided book #3 was literally going to be a fucking textbook on whisky. Which someone...

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An Albarin-ho tastes Albariño

The new season of RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars 3 means that me and my friend from Barcelona are starting up our weekly podcast again, y'all. He's originally from Northwest Spain, so when I'm drunk and drinking Rías Baixas - made from the Albariño grape - I always send him a message that I'm drinking juice from his birthplace, even though I sense his mild exasperation when he reminds me he's not exactly from the region the grape is grown. My excitement for this Wine Bloggers Conference seminar very much stems from the fact that my access to any extensive selections on these wines was cork-blocked back in Canada, where vintages were not fresh, options were few, and prices were inflated. The grape is easily soaring to...

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Swiping left and right on flavour profiles, 2017 edition

Fourth year at the Wine Bloggers Conference and I still haven't tapped out of the speed blogging portion, you guys! The chaos was unbeknownst to me during my first year in 2014 and I was confused why people chose to skip the session and eat fries at the neighbouring restaurant instead. The rules to this WBC mainstay are simple: the wine representative has five minutes to pour you wine and talk about it. At the same time - and if you're playing the game to its fullest - one takes notes, snaps photos, and maybe thinks of something witty about the wine to tweet in that moment. There are ten rounds in total. Speed dating! If this is Tinder for wines, is there a Grindr for wines? Is...

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Santa Barbara, Santa Claus, and the CWAS Exam

I feel like I've gone full circle: the first vineyard I've ever been to was in Santa Barbara. Here I am with the last class of the California Wine Appellation Specialist program studying the same sub-region, along with the weird loose ends like wines from Los Angeles county, whose appellations all seem to have "Malibu" tacked somewhere in their place names. It's odd that I consider the end of a course dramatic enough to something that completes a full circle, but I said it once and I'll say it again: school is bae. Already looking into more courses, you guys. God damn, tuition. What the fuck is a savings account? If the gayest wines are rosés and Champagnes, it follows that I should probably sign...

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Gay wine culture: the uncontrollable urge to pair Arroyo Grande wines with Ariana Grande

The stroke of December leads to the dawn of pregnant holiday plans which I've decided to not spend in Vancouver for the first time. Christmas, the first of my big two, has passed - and I planned for the Eve to be a quiet one, and it was legitimately fantastic. Why don't I roast vegetables more often, while listening to Ariana Grande's Christmas music, and then watch episodes of Grand Hotel while sipping Crémant? I spent the 25th at a friend's, a polar opposite yang to the previous night's yin. Ever watch someone combine your Premier Cru Champagne with Korbel, but then have your cringe melt into a shrug because it's Christmas? Yeah. And then the other holiday evenings. Y'all. One night involved all of attending the...

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Putting the Rain in Monterey’s Thermal Rainbow

It's a partial shame that I was in the USA for Canadian Thanksgiving and in Canada for American Thanksgiving. I didn't get my fill of holiday food - and I'm not headed back to Canada for the big holiday extravaganza (much to the discontent of my colleagues and family) - so I'll have to make do, and I'm not mad at that. Huzzah! Maybe my mind will change (it won't), but nothing sounds better than eating take-out, drinking an entire bottle of Champagne, and binge-watching feel-good movies. But yes, Canada: I'm perpetually unafraid of rocking my combination of short overalls and thick plaid jacket, but I was greeted with all of Vancouver's rain: I realized my mistake during my ride-share to the San Francisco airport....

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Bay/Bae Wines for Bay/Bae Moments

This city is doing things to me. I willingly and happily went to a networking event, you guys! I mean, it was themed which made it as enticing as free booze at straight equivalents of such events: it was hosted at Oasis by Out in Tech, a company which focusses on LGBTQ+ folks in the tech world. I've attended the venue before, in the form of drag shows and fuzzy evenings, but upon a night of networking, it got packed real quickly, the drink lines as straight as the room's sexualities. I'm exclaiming my excitement for a queer tech networking event, yet weeks later I'm stoked about a regular one. 20-year-old me is grimacing at 25-year-old me. Also, you know you've reached peak queer tech when...

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