Quaffability
I’ve written about how I hate Cameron Hughes because he took an idle daydream of mine and turned it into a business. Now, after tasting four new Cameron Hughes wines, I must admit that my distaste for the man is moving to the next level. Yep, I think I have a serious man crush on the guy. Don’t worry, it’s not a physical thing — you know, like the drooling, swooning effect George Bush and his flight suit had on so many reporters — Chris Matthews, for example — during happier days a few years and a few thousand lives ago. No, it’s platonic. It’s just that these wines are so damn good you absolutely must love the guy for selling them at these prices.