In Gurvinder Veritas
Still in my head from last night are reminders of the eight wines we tasted under the baton of Gurvinder Bhatia, who is @edmontonwineguy, the Epicurus of Jasper Ave. It was a lecture titled "Wine With A Sense Of Place," and there Shelagh and I were with about 80 other UAlberta vintagees around tables in the Newman Centre in the basement of St. Joseph's College drinking and thinking about Burgundy or the Limari Valley or Tuscany or Oliver. The glass of 2013 It was a place for all those descriptive words that flow to the surface whenever wine is the topic of conversation. Minerality. Acidity. Oaked or non-oaked. There are hints. There is complexity. And heaviness. Or summer. The wine dances. Or waits to be remembered. Or it remembers the time of waiting. It's all pretty esoteric stuff, but I am still mulling over three lessons Gurvinder left us with when it comes to wine—and life. 1 . Don't generalize . It is absurd to say you don't drink, say, Cha...