I can't remember. My sister and I used to drink wine with our Sunday dinners when we were kids. My parents thought since the French did it, it must be okay.So my love of wine goes back many, many years.

Not unusual but my most memorable wine experience was helping my dad plant grape vines on the 25-acres of bare land he bought back in the early ‘90s in the Okanagan. Whenever I pass by the now flourishing vineyard on Black Sage Road, I think of all the hard work my dad put into it to get it to where it is today. And I wonder how the vines I planted made out.

I would be hard pressed to say which one I don't love at the moment ;)