I fell in love with Italian wines and have never fallen back out.

Well-behaved people are welcome to accompany their dogs.

Personally, I'm already all too aware that cancer kills.

The leaves are a blaze of triumphant color dotting the rolling hillsides.

Occasionally, something is just plain awful.

It was the difference between expectation and actual that got to me.

Portugal was riding high. Then a bug took them down.

Those wines are forgotten, stranded in the warehouse.

Millenial hipsters 'discovered' bourbon and-spoiler alert-drank it all.

For me, it's like visiting an old friend.