Confirmation Bias: Now Available by the Glass
When it was time to go back to America, my mother-in-law, Jenny, dropped Dominic and me off at the airport. Before leaving, she gave each of us a nice hug and, to me, she said:
Drunk on DeVine
I may not be a sommelier, but I’ve spilled enough wine to know what’s worth drinking—welcome to Drunk on DeVine!
A Day as a Cellar Hand (How to Drink Wine from a Hose)
One unforgettable day during harvest in Hawke’s Bay, I accidentally drank wine from a hose. But let me back up.
A Wine Lovers Guide to Wine-ing It
A few years ago, when I first dipped my toes into the world of wine, I found myself at a consumer tasting in Vail with my husband and his dad. Back then, I knew next to nothing about wine, yet somehow I was out here "educating" people on our New Zealand wines and a friend’s French rosé.
How to 'Not' Make Wine
Sometimes, you put in the work and don’t bear the fruit of your labor—in my case, grapes.
About Drunk on DeVine
You don’t have to be a sommelier to love wine—I’m living proof. Wine has been my hobby (or excuse for day drinking) for years now. With a last name like Devine and a Kiwi husband in the wine business, not loving wine would just be rude.
Am I an expert? Absolutely not. I’ve spilled wine at fancy dinners, had nights where I couldn’t handle my piss, somehow earned a couple of WSET certifications, and paired more wine with laughter than with actual food.
If you’re here for snob-free wine talk, relatable mishaps, and learning alongside someone who still swirls her glass a little too aggressively—welcome to Drunk on DeVine! Let’s drink, learn, and probably spill a little along the way.
Cheers,
Reagan "Rae" Devine