Wine

My little mountain town of Park City, Utah, will be invaded, as it is every year at the end of January, by the People-In-Black, “PIBs” as they’re affectionately referred to by the locals. They come with their Starbucks-latte hand accessories, their after-the-sun-goes-down sunglasses, and their extraordinarily large, furry boots.Since they are forbidden to wear any…

I have never given much thought to angels, whether in my life or in my wine, but yesterday changed that.I was talking to a friend, Sandra—a shorthaired, always-smartly-dressed businesswoman in the financial industry whose money advice I listen to. She asked me if I wanted to experiment with “Angel Cards.” She had been working with…