This is an excellent article on Pinot Noir, and some winemakers who are striving to put it on all of our tables. Having tried some of these, I like what they are doing. Sure, they aren’t spectacular examples of the variety, but they are certainly very drinkable. I wish them all the luck in the world.
From the article:
It starts to feel a bit like unrequited love. What is the Pinot lover to do when the object of affection is so exclusionary, unobtainable? What if, instead of trophy worship, you wanted to make Pinot your house wine, the wine to pour each evening at dinner — without taking out any sub-prime loans? Where are the Pinots for the rest of us?