Category Archives: In the Glass

All about wine

Unscrewed

OK, here’s the deal. I spoke with Erik (the winemaker at Clos du Bois who is dear enough to answer all my questions) to find out what, if any, technical differences there are between corks and screwcaps and the pros and cons of the cap. Here’s what I found out:

Pro — A pure metal screwcap […]

Screw It

I’m talking to Erik tomorrow to get the skinny on screw caps (personally, I think the subject’s gotten short shrift in the pondering realm . . . I mean we’re talking about retiring the CORK for cripe’s sake!) . . . am still forming my own opinion.
In the meantime my question to you is […]

There’s No Going Back

We always hear about how we learn from our elders, from those who came before us. But what about how the older generations are influenced by the younger? Case in point, my parents. My parents didn’t know a whole lot about wine when I was growing up. Boone’s Farm was a staple in our house […]

Toasting Myths

In the spirit of the Toast to Mom event going on, I thought I’d stick with toasts and moms as themes for this week. I suppose I approached the whole toast thing a bit backwards, looking at toasts from a somewhat introspective, philosophical angle first and then moving into the whimsical. But hey, that’s me.
There […]

It Takes Two to Toast

Last weekend, my friend Allan Milham celebrated a “significant” birthday and 18 of us gathered to toast him (several times, over several bottles, over several days . . . Allan’s never been one for downplaying a birthday). Each of us dutifully sweat over what we’d say, practicing in elevators and on balconies until our time […]

Welcome to Swirling Notions!

April 21, 2007
Whew! It’s been a whirlwind this past week getting Swirling Notions off the ground (yes, I could say my head is swirling, but I won’t). I’m glad you stopped by. Let me start by telling you how this all came about. (You can find out more about me, Lia Huber, here).
A few weeks […]

Hi . . . I’m Lia

You know, writing the first entry of a blog is sort of like stepping out to get the mail in your bathrobe at 2:00 in the afternoon (who, me?), and then realizing that there are people driving by who actually see you. It makes you feel a bit exposed and vulnerable. So I’ll just jump […]