Two thousand twenty-three was an annus mirabilis chock full of cherished memories. I have never put my nose so hard to the grindstone with 80 articles hatched on Vinous alone, nor have I “partied” so hard. Never traveled as much or tasted so widely. I must have missed the slow-down memo that comes with middle age. I seem to possess more energy than ever in the past, so I might as well use it.
