Wine, nectar of the gods, elixir of of eternal health and happiness. Well maybe not if your drinking Ripple, Boones Farm, or two buck chuck. Wine has been used it to celebrate, commemorate, and make our girlfriends forget they are virgins. That was before sex was as common as trash on a city street. So how hard is it to grow grapes and make a gold medal vintage? Well if your the French very hard, especially since two Californian wines won gold medals in France recently. While I dislike weasels as much as the next guy, one has to wonder how that happened. Who else but the government could be responsible? They regulate the soil, water use, types of grapes, how it's grown, where it's grown, and every aspect of harvest and fermentation. That's French Socialism for you, destroying their greatest contribution to mankind by turning wine into rotten grapes, and making their citizens just as bitter. As for those smelly cheeses, they go great with a Chateau Smith Haut La feet. Just hold your nose.
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