I have this odd mental rigmarole I go through whenever I taste Greek wines. I think to myself, oh, ok, fine, I'll taste the Greek wines; it's rather like the feeling you have when you live alone and accept the fact that it really is time to clean out your closet. However, this feeling makes no logical sense, because for the past few years, every time I taste a range of wines from Greece, I'm pretty much blown away by (a) how good they are, and (b) how absurdly affordable they are, given how good they are. You'd think I'd learn.
Anyway, once again, Greek wine producer comes to town, I agree to meet with the guy, am kind of skeptical, sigh, accept that it's part of my duty as globally-engaged 21st century wine critic, and once again, the wines just impress the hell out of me.