Growing up in the shadow of Monticello, I was raised on tales of Jefferson's taste for wine—after all, the estate had its own vineyards, distillery, and acres of crocuses for saffron. What had us all buzzing were the acres of hemp—local heads maintained that TJ never missed a hemp harvest. Right.
Patrick Radden Keefe ponders the question of whether all the "ThJ" wines that have appeared on the market really belonged to Jefferson. As a lifelong Jefferson observer, I'd say not. How come? They aren't empty. That man had appetites.
