shirazclan

WAAAAAY back in the beginning of this blog, a good friend of mine who digs wine almost as much (ok, maybe more than) as I dig farmers’ markets would write some perky prose about wine under the name of Inspector Vino. To make a long story very short, his posts required me to post them, which meant he had to wait for me to get off my duff and do so.

And you know? When you have something to say to the world? Waiting is kinda frustrating. So with my complete support and encouragment, the Inspector started his own blog at Livejournal and I promoted him because, let’s face it, the man is pretty hip to wine and writes about it in a way that make you want to drink more of it.

But I missed him. Plus, he’s just a really good guy - a self-taught oeneologist-in-waiting who isn’t pretentious, dramatic, or arrogant. And he has a cellar inventory that humbles my sense of commitment. He has wines that he’s waiting to drink. For when they are ready. I’d be tapping my foot…a lot. But I digress…

Moving here means dearest IV isn’t dependent on me to wake up from my photography stupors to post his wisdom. He’s free to fly. And fly he shall.

Oh yes, I’ve got my wine guy back. And suddenly the world got a little bit blurrier.

Will he score wines ala Robert Parker? Maybe. Will he drown himself with the contents of a spit bucket ala Sideways to make a point? I hope not. But I think I can safely say we’ll all be a little wiser, a little braver, and a little more tipsy.

Inspector? Welcome back. Salud.