I’m one of those wine drinkers. You know the kind. Pays no attention to the type, age, winemaker, etc., of the wine in her glass. Has to call someone when she’s picking out a bottle of red to bring to a party, and never remembers the name of her favorite blend. But in my defense, I do love wine! Really, I do. I’m an enthusiastic wine enjoyer. The only thing I’m concerned with, frankly, is the taste. Heck, I barely care if it’s red or white half the time, as long as it’s smooth going down and has a lovely complexity to complement whatever I might be pairing my glass with.

As I’m sure you can imagine, my disinterest in the finer details of the bottles of Chardonnay lining my refrigerator shelves or the Cabernet Sauvignons on my kitchen counter inevitably causes some struggles when the time comes to restock my stash.

I know I’m not alone here, right?