What's the stink all about?

Last weekend, I was up in Geneva, New York to celebrate a wedding. After a night of dancing (alas, by myself as the single lady gnomes were nowhere to be found), I spent the next day exploring the Finger Lakes region.

I attended the Garlic Festival and sampled many a pungent raw garlic clove and sated my appetite with garlic kettle corn and white wine.


Continuing the trend, I visited a local winery for a tasting. My distinguished palette must have been tainted by all the garlic, as I ended up buying several bottles of red wine despite the region's fame of white wines due to its terroir.