Dude complains about Rolland, but he’s ordering 19 Crimes.

By the case.

Alas, poor Bobby! I knew him, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

At least his taste runs toward the Reserve.

He has them put all his Allemand in 19 Crimes boxes. Otherwise it will never get past Fu

Look, I’m just sitting here minding my own darn business, trying to earn a country living so much wife can hang at the country club and do more Napa trips to the JCB lounge - yes, that is on their agenda - and my secretary texts me pics of the new delivery this morning.

I’m more concerned by the box on the bottom. Justin?

I have lost all street cred.

At least my assistant takes care of me. Checks bottle temps. Loads into office wine fridge. Prolly takes a bottle, like I’d ever know. I may swing by tomorrow.

He’s in a flat spin heading out to sea…talk to me Owl

He hid the Turley box

When you get older your hair goes and then your tastebuds.

3 on list of things never expected to be written or read on wineberserkers.

You’ll notice he doesn’t even bother with epicurean exploits anymore.

I don’t remember seeing 19 crimes winery on anybody’s list of recommendations for your wife’s visit? Did she end up at the local grocery store tasting

I popped a Lanessan today!

I am AFWE, I swear. I’ve been framed.

Probably some super young Lannesan because of all the immediate fruit you need now

Super young would be a Bouard bottling!

Take that back or I unfriend you!

Robert, I have a few bottles of 03 CdP left - I assume you’ll be purchasing them imminently?

How else will you eat sushi in Orlando?

I think we need to start a pool on how this happened, boys. Any ideas?

He’s a genius. It’s hot enough to bake them all, but it won’t matter.

Have you seen the sushi he eats in Orlando? Greg crunchy well done salmon roll with spicy mayo and garlic chips would go splendidly with 03 cdp!

I also popped a Lanessan tonight (‘02). I was enjoying the classic profile, and at such a great price.

But now all I taste is ash in my mouth. It was all lies…pass me the Caymus.

All this talk about Bobby Orlando reminded me of his brother, Tony:

I actually played this to my girls for breakfast this summer - I’m not sure if they were more horrified by the fact that I played it or that I knew all the words!

Reminds me of the old classic joke:

Me: OMG, did you hear Tony Orlando died?!

You: No way, how horrible, how did it happen?

Me: He died in the crack of dawn.


Yea, as bad as his songs. Really bad.

Pass the Caymus . . . .