Whenever I’m asked how I got into writing about wine, spirits and cocktails professionally, I answer truthfully: I took my first sip in utero! I even have proof (no pun intended) by way of a Technicolor Super 8 home movie from a New Year’s Eve party my grandparents threw in 1966. When the clock strikes midnight, my mom, dressed in a ballgown, holding a Parliament in one hand, and a Manhattan in the other, shouts “Happy New Year!” takes a gulp of her cocktail, followed by a puff of her cigarette, as the camera pulls back to reveal she’s eight…
