It’s September—you know what that means—if you’re Rod Stewart singing “Maggie May” then you must be going back to school, for most of us it means football and wine allocation season.
Sure, sure. I’ve made my way onto a couple of lists ... but, I feel like Charlie Brown trying to kick the football for the one list that I would like to get onto. My foil, my Lucy, is Kosta Browne.
Yesterday, I didn’t make my way up the list for Kosta Browne. I feel like the lovable loser of the wine world. Nice enough, but just not quite good enough. Gracious as they are, Kosta Browne sent me a note to let me know that there was no wine for me.
I beg of you Dan Kosta and Michael Browne, give a brother a chance at some of your pinot.