Ernest Hemingway:
Domaine de la Perriere–Villes Vignes
Chinon 2006, $16
In Europe then we thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well-being and delight. Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary. I often picked up a Chinon at the local marchand de vins with the few meager francs I scrounged from my pockets. Without airs or pretension, the honest and humble bottles seemed more distinctly of Europe than any Bordeaux or Burgundy, for me it was the genuine flavor of the earth.
