Costco is selling the four-foot wine glass of your dreams/hungover nightmares, theoretically as a “decoration.” That part is obviously ridiculous—you don’t buy a four-foot tall wine glass to fill with fake plants, I don’t care how many chenille throws or rustic driftwood signs you’ve got in your suburban home. If you…

Yesterday, a very rich and very important person let it be known to the world that it is now socially acceptable to taste the sweet flavor of a $10,000 sip of liquid, marinate for a few fleeting seconds in its expensive soupéon, swish it around on your tongue as it seeps into your bloodstream, pass it through your…

Some absolutely frivolous news to take your mind off of he-who-shall-not-be-named, not in this blog at least!

You say they’ve got nothing in common, no common ground to start from, and Wasser walked away. You say T-M-Z came between them, Us Weekly came between them, still I know one thing they claim. And I said, “What about Chateau Miraval wine?” You said, “I think I remember that place, and as I recall, it was a fairly sound…

If there’s one thing women love, it’s immersing ourselves in a nauseating post-autonomy dystopia, imagining an increasingly plausible future of forced pregnancy and torture chambers, in which women are nothing but chattel and rape is state sanctioned.

Meeting Martha Stewart is exactly what you think meeting Martha Stewart will be like. She talks just like she talks on television, she looks just like she looks on television, she wears pieces from her QVC line just like she does on television (which does very well when she goes on during inclement weather and…

If you have an Instant Pot, and you don’t feel like going to the wine store, set aside 48 hours (and another full week), some grape juice, and some packing tape, and get to it.

Have you ever poured a large glass of vodka and wished it didn’t look like water? Have you ever wondered why vodka tastes like nail polish remover smells, and wanted to do something about it? Here is the answer to all of your problems. Rosé vodka. Yes, that’s right. Rosé. Vodka. Just what you always wanted!

There are many reasons to be grateful that we don’t live in the 1700s (Reign of Terror, lack of indoor plumbing), but the most important is probably the fact that wine glasses were extremely tiny. Like, little thimbles. According to a study from the University of Cambridge, wine glasses have ballooned in size over…

It’s the holidays, which means it’s the time of the year when many of us will be turning to the bottle—either to complement our Christmas dinners or make it through our hometown visits. So what celebrity wine (because why drink a pleb wine when you have the celebrity option?) should you turn to first?

It’s a great week for advertorial and things of that nature, so why not check in with Fergie, whose family apparently has its own wine line (???) that she wants to talk about. Billboard has the story (“Fergie and Her Family Are in the Wine Business”), which, not to be rude but it must be said, opens with a baldfaced…

Researchers say they’ve found evidence of grape winemaking from 8,000 years ago in Georgia, which is a thousand years (give or take) older than anything previously discovered. Inventing fermented beverages was practically civilization’s first order of business. And indeed, who can blame our Neolithic ancestors?

Parisian police say thieves boosted 300-plus bottles of vintage wine—we’re talking €250,000 worth of the stuff—from a private apartment cellar via the god damn catacombs.

Hey, good afternoon, hello, it’s summer, and that means you’re this close to shoving off and wandering straight towards the wine shop or your fridge to get a glass—fuck it, the bottle—of rosé and settle in. You love it! You can’t get enough of it! If it gushed out of the fucking faucets in the bathroom instead of…

On this summer afternoon, I urge you to consider the following: rosé is an alcoholic beverage and should remain that way.

Archeologists have discovered a 2,600-year-old note from a soldier named Hananyahu in what’s now Israel, written on a piece of pottery, requesting more wine. Hananyahu—I get it, bud.

Well, I heard that you—a female peacock just looking for a little prosecco, or maybe a nice rosé—got into a little trouble down at the local liquor store this week!

With summer approaching, we needed a new way to consume pink wine. Here it is, as a forty.

One of the purest joys I can imagine is drinking into a comfortable couch and getting wine drunk on rosé with Martha Stewart. Today, I am one step closer to that dream. Well, not really, but I can drink wine that Martha herself has selected for $49.99 fee.

Havana, Cuba’s El Canal winery, owned and operated by 65-year-old Orestes Estevez and his family, thrives thanks to an unconventional and specific practice: slipping condoms onto fermenting jugs.