Late in 1982, my then-wife and I decided to try more and different wines than the Hearty Burgundy, Chablis Blanc, the cheap Chianti, the inexpensive Portuguese wines we’d been drinking. In 1983, I started buying two wines a week of a type, style or grape that we had never tasted. The irony is that we lived in a dry county in Mississippi, south of Memphis, so these wines I bought to educate ourselves came from retail stores in a metropolis 40 minutes away.
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