My boss grabbed me this morning and dragged me away from my desk and twisted my arm and made me accompany him and an attractive lady from work to the picturesque easternmost province of Austria, namely Burgenland, where we had to visit vintners and taste their products and buy some for receptions at work.

Burgenland typically produces some of the best wind wine in Austria, maybe the best, and we went to some of the best winemakers. Buying from the producers themselves, it is relatively cheap. I picked up a couple cases of this and that for home consumption too. Well, home drinking. Now that my cleaning lady might have been exposed to TB, I hate to say “consumption” anymore.