The older I get, the less I drink. Somewhere between the late nights of my twenties and the early mornings of my late thirties, I realized: I don't actually want that second (or third) glass anymore. These days, I'd rather have one really good pour than three forgettable ones. And I save it for moments that matter, like a long dinner with friends.
A few holistic doctors I’ve seen over the years have suggested sticking to wines grown outside the U.S. The idea is that Old World producers (in places like France, Italy, Spain) often farm in less industrial ways: fewer pesticides, more organic practices, and sometimes even lower sulfite levels. It’s not a hard-and-fast rule (I do really love some wines from California!) but I’ve noticed that certain European wines just sit better with me the next day.
