Is It Time for Screwcaps on Fine Wine?
Screwcaps for fine wine are making a comeback. Do these cheap and cheerful closures have what it takes for the long run?
Screwcaps for fine wine are making a comeback. Do these cheap and cheerful closures have what it takes for the long run?
Kevin Puls works in advertising and PR. His passion for Austrian wine began nearly two decades ago and he's regularly tasted the vintages of the Alpenrepublik from the Wachau to Styria. His weakness for estates that work organically and for natural wines started with Gut Oggau's 2007 vintage. He's also a regular visitor to Franken. He blogs about food, wine, and the people who make them.
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