Have just discovered Eric Asimov’s wine blog on the New York Times website. Wine blogs may sound like a pretentious formulation to most, but he manages to humanize and deintellectualize a great deal of his thoughts. It could be a blog about a man in search of the perfect cheeseburger; the words have just been changed.

I wrongly assumed to begin with that he was the son of Issac, but it turns out he is a nephew (son of Issac’s brother). Here is an excerpt from the introduction of a post about Bordeaux.

Like many people who decided they wanted to learn about wine, Bordeaux was the first category I explored in those heady days of disposable income, just out of college with a real job, years before my kids were born.

Back then, in the early 1980’s, Bordeaux was a natural. It was a region with a clear structure and hierarchy. Information was relatively easy to come by. It was without equal in prestige, and the wines did not seem difficult to understand.

I made as thorough an examination as I could, culminating in a bottle of 1955 La Mission Haut-Brion that I bought to celebrate my parent’s 30th wedding anniversary in 1985. What a wine! I’ll never forget the combination of graceful elegance and intensity, the complex flavors, the savor in each sip. And of course, the occasion of drinking it with my parents made it memorable, too. My mom still keeps the empty bottle in her kitchen.

Too bad about the misplaced apostrophe there. O, nephew of Asimov, walk closer still to the path yon uncle tread!