Wine country

Some sort of new fangled fertilizer, I guess. It's good to see that those plastic corks can be used for something practical other than the cheapening of a potentially great wine experience. Yes, I'm a snob, I like cork. If not cork, then make it a screw cap. When messing with a long standing tradition, don't do it half assed, embrace if fully and save some face.

And that was your bitter rant for the day, brought to you by Ivan's irked sense of wine culture.

Today was our extremely expensive tour of some Okanagan wineries. This picture was taken in one of Mission Hill's cellars. The whole winery was very pretty but had weird contemporary gothic architecture. It seemed to me that the whole experience was meant to intimidate with an artificial grandeur, looking thrown together like an amusement park funhouse that felt like anything but timeless. The wine was fine.

Annie: I think I like wine.

Who doesn't like chocolate filled with booze? Nobody, that's who.

Issac from Quails Gate has a hard-on for our tour guide and it really worked out well for Annie and I. This was the best of all five vineyards that we toured all day thanks to our lovely heavy handed Issac.

Go grape juice!