A bottle of red, a bottle of white…what winetasting taught me re: astrology

A while back, when I lived in New Jersey, I used to buy my wine from one of the East Coast’s most venerated wine sellers who plied his trade from a nondescript strip mall storefront along a state highway.

He’d started out as the stock boy who’d unloaded the beer trucks, but over the years, became the head wine purchaser. Through the power of word-of-mout…