By Leticia Borges. I strongly believe that no one can force you to like a wine you dislike. The notion that someone can say a few magic wine words and make you enjoy a wine you hated two minutes ago is improbable. If Robert Parker showed up at your doorstep with a dreadful

By Leticia Borges. Wine is fermented grape juice. No surprises there. So why would anyone allow grape juice to spoil, on purpose, in order to drink it? I’ve always wondered what was going through that guy’s mind when he first came up with the idea. When he saw the warm bubbly foul smelling

By Leticia Borges. Growing up in a small town in Puerto Rico to a middle class family meant that wine was as foreign concept. Only two things brought wine into our daily lives; my dad’s daily two ounces of sherry before dinner and my mom’s attempts to kill every neighbor by pouring them

By Leticia Borges. You just got promoted. To celebrate, you book a reservation at a nice restaurant and invite your better half. This night is just for the two of you. No kids. No curfew. No worries. You’re led to your table and the hostess drops a 300-page wine menu in front of

By Leticia Borges. I’ll admit it. I was sucked into the wine numbers game. It took me years to realize that pretending to know about wine by repeating other people’s “tasting notes” (even if they were gurus) wasn’t helping me learn about my own personal wine preferences. Yes, I drank plenty of 90+