Podcasts about bottles

Headlines about babies swallowing millions of plastic particles can make an ordinary bottle feed feel like a parenting mistake. So what does the research actually tell us?In this episode of Baby Tribe Shorts, Afif and Anne explore microplastics in baby bottles, silicone teats and milk storage bags. They revisit the Trinity College Dublin study behind many of the headlines, discuss why measuring particles is surprisingly complicated, and explain the distinction between detecting exposure and demonstrating harm.They also separate microplastics from BPA, consider the practical drawbacks of glass bottles, and discuss why concerns about plastic should never undermine established advice on sterilisation and formula preparation. Along the way, Afif loses patience with Instagram fearmongering, Anne recalls a toddler licking a shoe, and a disagreement over millimetres becomes surprisingly competitive.An episode about feeding choices, scientific uncertainty and helping parents make decisions without unnecessary guilt.

On this episode we put Nick to the test with two mystery bottles.  We slide into a conversation about twice a pretty good, bottles upon bottles of Blanton's, an awesome birthday present idea, resisting questions, not wearing an actual blindfold, weak as tea, Cheerios and PETE, slow thick legs, big peat punch luring into malt, not giving stuff away, the people's whiskey cave, loving the tough choice, jam over a campfire, insane prices, and doing these tastings more often.  Support Us On Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/DrepandStone We'd love to hear from you! https://linktr.ee/DrepandStone Don't forget to subscribe! Episode 366

5 a.m., and the bottles go out before anyone's awake. A soft clink of glass against the can, quick hands, quicker steps back inside. For years this was Michelle's ritual, drink alone, hide it, wake up and do it again. A DUI didn't stop it. A year and a half without a drink during COVID didn't stop it. One sentence, heard on a commute to work, finally put a stop to her cycle of drinking alone and hiding it.  Michelle and Coach Cole discuss: Growing up with a mother whose drinking shaped a lifelong anxiety Michelle didn't understand until years later Why marijuana, not alcohol, came first, and what changed in her mid-twenties The private ritual of disposing of empty bottles before dawn, and what it revealed about the shame she was carrying A DUI, a year and a half alcohol-free during COVID, and why neither one was the real turning point The one unexpected concept that finally undid years of moderating, relapsing, and starting over And more on shame, self-trust, and what it means to finally feel like one whole person instead of two… Ready to take the next step? Visit https://learn.thisnakedmind.com/podcast-resources for free resources, programs, and more. Until next week, stay curious! Cole Harvey is a Certified Naked Mind Senior Coach who helps people build better habits and find meaning through curiosity, self-compassion, and adventure. Learn more about Coach Cole: https://thisnakedmind.com/coach/cole-harvey/  Episode links: nakedmindpath.com More on this episode: https://thisnakedmind.com/podcast/drinking-alone-and-hiding-it-michelles-naked-life-ep-944/ Related episodes: Alcohol Addiction and Shame | Naked Life Story | EP 679 - https://thisnakedmind.com/ep-679-naked-life-story-hayley-s/  Is Drinking In Moderation Possible? | Reader Question | EP 08 - https://thisnakedmind.com/ep-08-reader-question-moderation-possible/  Trusting Yourself Again | Alcohol Freedom Coaching | E760 - https://thisnakedmind.com/trusting-yourself-again-alcohol-freedom-coaching-e760/  Follow on Apple Podcasts: podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/this-naked-mind-podcast/id1287269357 Follow on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0UB06sNguPjVvgAYFBcR9I?si=b7568f24c21249ff This episode is sponsored by Instant Hydration, Quince, Shopify, Primal Queen, and Hungryroot: Quince: Get free shipping and 365-day returns at ⁠⁠quince.com/naked⁠⁠ Shopify: Sign up for free trial at ⁠⁠shopify.com/mind⁠⁠ Hungryroot: Save 40% on your first order PLUS a free item at ⁠⁠hungryroot.com/mind⁠ CODE: mind Primal Queen: Get a free month of Primal Queen plus FOUR FREE GIFTS at PrimalQueen.com/⁠NAKEDMIND⁠ Instant Hydration: Save 40% on your first subscription order at instanthydration.com/nakedmind CODE: NAKEDMIND

Everyone knows someone who is, or at least was, into Pokemon cards. Some of us even know people who get way too into it and start scalping cards. But do you know anyone who stalked someone to do it? Someone out there does.Topics:Kathryn's Sonos speakerGuy tracks Pokemon card deliveries with GPS bug6 month old with a BAC of .383Last Ditch attempts mask optional night"26 cent" coin sells at auction

What happens when a cider region has the apples, but not centuries of rules telling cidermakers what cider is supposed to be? Recorded at CiderCon 2026 in Providence, Rhode Island, this World of Cider session brings together three Latvian cider makers and Asnāte Ziemele of Baltic Cider. The Baltics have a long apple-growing heritage, but their modern cider movement is remarkably young. That gives today's makers room to experiment with local heirloom apples, wild seedlings, European cider varieties, pét-nat, still cider, wild fermentation and more as they develop their own Baltic cider identity. In This Cider Chat Why Baltic cider is something of a blank slate Northern climate, orchards and local apple varieties Wild seedlings, crab apples and European cider varieties Pét-nat, still cider and wild fermentation Building consumer understanding of real cider Organic orchard practices and wildlife pressure Cider regulations, ABV and taxes Food pairings and where to find Baltic cider Building a Baltic cider identity without fixed traditions Featured Panel Asnāte Ziemele | Baltic Cider Jānis Matvejs | Abuls Cidery Mārtiņš Knipšis | Pienjāņi Cidery Māris Plūme | Mr. Plūme Cidery   Timestamps 00:00 Baltic Cider Blank Slate 01:16 Host Intro and Cider Tours 03:17 Why the Baltics Now 04:05 Meet the Baltic Cider Association 04:52 Origins After 1991 05:57 Climate and Growing Conditions 08:17 Orchards and Apple Types 10:22 Styles and Ingredients 11:39 Challenges and Marketing 12:07 Abuls Cidery Story 14:36 Abuls Orchard and Pét-Nat 16:30 Pienjāņi Orchard Journey 19:47 Conservative Dry Cider Approach 21:51 Mr. Plūme Philosophy 26:17 Wild Fermentation Method 28:01 Audience Q&A and Sweet Cider 28:45 Real Cider Education 29:59 Selling Sweet and Natural Cider 30:16 Restaurants Build Awareness 31:09 Organic Orchard Practices 33:03 Wild Apples and Bitters 33:46 ABV Limits and Taxes 35:37 Building a Baltic Cider Identity 36:49 Apples in Latvian Life 38:54 Food Pairings with Cider 40:01 Where to Drink Baltic Cider 41:17 Market Niches and Bottles 43:11 Baltic Cider Association Communication 44:28 Regulations and Labeling 47:20 Fences and Wildlife Pressure 47:57 Grafting and Tree Sourcing 48:58 Closing Thanks and Signoff Listen & Subscribe

On this episode, Dude and JD discuss their opinions on finding allocated bottles, while drinking some new bourbons.  So… sit back, grab a pour, kick up your feet, and enjoy this episode of…  The Bourbon Hunters. While you're listening, head over to bourbonhunters.com where you can pre-order my new book, Bourbon Hunters glassware, and sign up for our Patreon, which puts you on our list for single barrel announcements from our Private Barrel Club. –Tags– #punkrockandcocktails #thebourbonenthusiast #bourbonhunters #bourbonlover #breakingbourbon #bourbondrinkers #bourbonporn #kentuckystraightbourbon #kentuckybourbon #thebourbonalliance #bourbon #bourbonlife #bourbonlifestyle #bourbonenthusiast #bourbonwhiskey  #bourboncountry #deckpour #bourbongram #instabourbon #yourbourbonyourway #yourbourbonroad #blantons #pappyvanwinkle #vodkasucks #bourbonpodcast #columbuspodcast #bourbonneat #smokewagonbourbon #woodinvillewhiskey — Tags — the bourbon enthusiast,  bourbon hunters,  bourbon lover, breaking bourbon, bourbon drinkers,  bourbon porn, kentucky, straight bourbon, kentucky bourbon, the bourbon alliance,  bourbon Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

In Wednesday's episode of The Daily T, Camilla Tominey and Tim Stanley are joined by Tony Diver, The Telegraph's Political Editor. Fresh from his trip to the UN General Assembly in New York, Tony discusses asking Donald Trump, the US president, about the Chagos Islands deal – leading to an embarrassing climbdown from the Prime Minister.They discussed Andy Burnham looking nervous, and suggested he was “totally unprepared” and “possibly underqualified” for the world stage.Plus, Piers Morgan discusses Earl Spencer's inaccuracies and subsequent apology. The Uncensored host believes that Diana, Princess of Wales's brother is “out to damage him” with the claims in his new book.Asked whether he would be willing to negotiate if the Earl was to offer a donation to the King's Trust in lieu of pulping the first edition of his book, Piers responded: “Everything's negotiable.”Get your tickets to The Daily T's On The Road Sunday Showdown between Camilla Tominey and Bridget Phillipson here: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph-events/live-events-party-conferences-2026/► Subscribe to our new Daily T YouTube channel: youtube.com/@dailytpodcast► Sign up to our most popular newsletter, From the Editor. Look forward to receiving free-thinking comment and the day's biggest stories, every morning. telegraph.co.uk/fromtheeditorThe Telegraph is the Publisher Podcast Awards' Podcast Publisher of the Year 2026Producer: David LeveneSenior Producer: Emma WilliamsSocial Producer: Nada AggourVideo Producer: Jim SpencerExecutive Producer: Charlotte SeligmanEditor: Camilla TomineyHighlights:Tony Diver explains how Andy Burnham performed on the world stage at the UN General AssemblyPiers Morgan discusses his lawsuit over Earl Spencer's book Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Join Levy, MG, and Piggy for a hilarious, no-holds-barred breakdown of the biggest hits and controversies in Rugby League. From furious rants about bunker blunders to passionate deep-dives into the NRL finals, they've got your weekend footy covered. Expect plenty of spicy off-field debates, bizarre boxing predictions, and heated arguments over proper pizza toppings. It's the ultimate podcast for fans who love tepid meat pies and grassroots footy just as much as they love the game itself. You can find us on YouTube and on Instagram - just search ‘The Continuous Call Team’See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

EDITORIAL: We haven't had a proper discussion about the Warriors' capitulation at the end of the season, have we? And yes, I'm disappointed. Another season, another opportunity gone. But let's be fair. Newcastle beat us 12–10. They were the better team on the day, in my opinion. End of story. Except it isn't really the end of the story, is it? Because now we've got referee Ashley Klein reportedly dropped from this weekend's preliminary finals after missing a crucial penalty that could have given the Warriors a chance to level the game. The NRL has reportedly acknowledged the mistake. But here's my question. What on earth are we doing publicly hanging a referee out to dry? Why are we doing this in this way? We've already seen the disgraceful scenes at Eden Park. Bottles, cups and rubbish thrown at Klein as he left the field. Absolutely disgusting. And now the NRL effectively puts him in the town square, ties him to a post, gives everyone a tomato and invites everyone to have another crack. Why couldn't this have been dealt with internally? Yes, referees make mistakes. Yes, they need to be accountable. Yes, they need to be tough enough to handle the criticism. And accountability is key, but put it out there so publicly to appease the Warriors, I don't agree with. But there's a massive difference between accountability and humiliation. And this goes well beyond rugby league. I've been watching the opening round of Australia's NBL basketball. Coaches constantly challenging referees. Players getting in their faces. Arguing, complaining, carrying on. It's becoming a hobby across sport. And what's happening at the grassroots? We've had situations in Wellington club rugby where games have been affected because there simply weren't enough referees available. We're crying out for officials, yet we seem determined to make their lives miserable. Who in their right mind would volunteer to referee an under-nines game if they're going to be screamed at by parents on the sideline? Who wants to referee a senior game if they're going to be abused, threatened or have rubbish thrown at them? We've got to stamp this out. By all means, review refereeing decisions. Hold officials accountable. Improve standards. But do it professionally. The Warriors lost. A refereeing mistake may have changed the result. We'll never know. What we do know is that without referees, we don't have sport. LISTEN ABOVESee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Brandon, Ryan, and I discuss where have the quality $50 bottles gone.  What we think are some options that might scratch that itch.

video: https://youtu.be/V4r7fCFLP6A This week in Linux, GNOME 51 is here with a faster, more polished desktop and a long list of upgrades across the environment. Asahi Linux pulled off another major Apple Silicon milestone with M3 Macs. Valve is building one of the wildest compatibility stacks we've seen yet for the Steam Frame. And Open Source projects are now setting traps for AI coding agents that can make lazy submissions snitch on themselves. Plus, Jellyfin 12 is a huge upgrade for self-hosted media. All of this and more on this week's episode, so let's jump into Your Source for Linux GNews and see what's happened This Week in Linux. Download as MP3 Support the Show Become a Patron = tuxdigital.com/membership Store = tuxdigital.com/store Chapters: 00:00 Intro 00:47 GNOME 51 Released 04:34 Asahi Linux for M3 Macs 10:52 Valve's Steam Frame Compatibility Stack for Linux Gaming 13:45 Microsoft 365 might come to Linux (unofficially) 17:21 Jellyfin 12 Released 20:55 Open Source Projects Setting Traps for Lazy Ai Submissions 24:20 Raspberry Pi OS Desktop Refresh 26:07 Ubuntu 26.10 completes migration to Rust-based coreutils 27:08 Google is Replacing C-based Android Binder with Rust 28:13 RustFS 1.0 Released 29:04 Support the show 29:58 Outro Links: GNOME 51 Released https://release.gnome.org/51/ https://www.phoronix.com/news/GNOME-51-Released https://www.omgubuntu.co.uk/2026/09/gnome-51-released Asahi Linux for M3 Macs https://asahilinux.org/2026/09/m2-episode-1/ https://asahilinux.org/docs/platform/feature-support/m3/ https://fedoramagazine.org/announcing-fedora_asahi_remix_45_beta/ https://fedora-asahi-remix.org/ https://www.phoronix.com/news/Asahi-Linux-Official-M3 https://www.gamingonlinux.com/2026/09/asahi-linux-now-officially-supports-macs-with-the-m3-series-soc/ Valve's Steam Frame Compatibility Stack for Linux Gaming https://partner.steamgames.com/doc/steamhardware/steamframe/compatibility https://gitlab.steamos.cloud/frame-public/lepton/ https://www.gamingonlinux.com/2026/09/lepton-from-valve-to-run-android-games-on-linux-is-now-open-source/ https://www.gamingonlinux.com/2026/08/lepton-and-fex-get-prepared-for-the-steam-frame-release/ Microsoft 365 might come to Linux (unofficially) https://itsfoss.com/news/bottles-microsoft-365-early-look/ https://mprove.de/blogs/rss/index.php?rss=mastodon.bsd.cafe%2Ftags%2FMicrosoft.rss https://github.com/bottlesdevs/Bottles/releases https://usebottles.com/ Jellyfin 12 Released https://jellyfin.org/posts/jellyfin-release-12.0/ https://github.com/jellyfin/jellyfin/releases https://github.com/jellyfin/jellyfin-web/releases Open Source Projects Setting Traps for Lazy Ai Submissions https://github.com/NetworkManager/NetworkManager/blob/main/AGENTS.md https://www.phoronix.com/news/NetworkManager-AI-Canary https://github.com/systemd/systemd/blob/main/AGENTS.md https://www.phoronix.com/news/systemd-262-rc2 https://gitlab.freedesktop.org/NetworkManager/NetworkManager/-/merge_requests/2536 https://gitlab.freedesktop.org/NetworkManager/NetworkManager/-/blob/main/AGENTS.md https://hwbusters.com/news/networkmanager-ai-policy-gets-a-trap-word-and-ci-now-scans-every-commit-for-it/ Raspberry Pi OS Desktop Refresh https://www.raspberrypi.com/news/an-updated-look-for-the-raspberry-pi-desktop/ https://www.raspberrypi.com/news/category/os/raspberry-pi-os/ Ubuntu 26.10 completes migration to Rust-based coreutils https://www.omgubuntu.co.uk/2026/09/ubuntu-2610-rust-coreutils-complete https://documentation.ubuntu.com/release-notes/26.10/ https://uutils.org/ https://www.phoronix.com/news/Ubuntu-Completes-Rust-Coreutils Google is Replacing C-based Android Binder with Rust https://lkml.iu.edu/2609.1/12916.html https://lists.openwall.net/linux-kernel/2026/09/12/891 https://www.phoronix.com/news/Google-Binder-C-Goodbye RustFS 1.0 Released https://www.rustfs.com/blog/announcing-rustfs-1-0-0-ga/ https://github.com/RustFS/RustFS https://linuxiac.com/rustfs-1-0-s3-compatible-object-storage-reaches-ga/ Support the show https://tuxdigital.com/membership https://store.tuxdigital.com/

Chris Dessi explains the role of authenticity in digital marketing, and why vulnerability is a critical leadership skill for entrepreneurs and executives. Hear Chris's full interview in Episode 167 of The Action Catalyst.

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Tiombe found sobriety at a young age and was blessed to find a group of caring young people who helped her. They were the type who if you couldn't read the Big Book, they'd read it to you. She tells Olis and Don about learning that she not only had to give up drinking, but also the lifestyle she'd built to survive. Tiombe also talks about being a seeker through meditation. In the feature Using the Traditions in Our Lives, we hear about Tradition Nine from Julie, Jeff and Kelsey. Mike shares his love for the AA Grapevine.While we provide the podcast at no charge, we do have expenses. Grapevine is the only AA entity that does not accept direct contributions, so to support the AA Grapevine Podcast, please subscribe to Grapevine Magazine in print, online, or on the Grapevine app. You can also provide a subscription to someone in need through our "Carry the Message" program or purchase books or other items at aagrapevine.org/store.Please subscribe to this podcast on your favorite platform, rate us and leave a comment. You can also email us at podcast@aagrapevine.org. To record an Ask-It-Basket question or a recovery-related joke, call 212-870-3418 or email a voice recording to podcast@aagrapevine.org.

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Ubuntu has security patches that you may not be getting, Bottles has some interesting tricks on ARM, and Switzerland is going Open Source. The SCO case is still twitching, Xorg is about to make another release, and we give Lemonade a test-run. The tips this week are TMOG the new Task Manager, smlstarlet for munging XML, metaflac for manipulating FLAC metadata, and Updatecli for automating actions when an update is found. Take a look at the show notes at https://bit.ly/3T2f04T and have a great week! Host: Jonathan Bennett Co-Hosts: Jeff Massie, Rob Campbell, and Ken McDonald Download or subscribe to Untitled Linux Show at https://twit.tv/shows/untitled-linux-show Join Club TWiT for Ad-Free Podcasts! Support what you love and get ad-free audio and video feeds, a members-only Discord, and exclusive content. Join today: https://twit.tv/clubtwit Club TWiT members can discuss this episode and leave feedback in the Club TWiT Discord.

Ubuntu has security patches that you may not be getting, Bottles has some interesting tricks on ARM, and Switzerland is going Open Source. The SCO case is still twitching, Xorg is about to make another release, and we give Lemonade a test-run. The tips this week are TMOG the new Task Manager, smlstarlet for munging XML, metaflac for manipulating FLAC metadata, and Updatecli for automating actions when an update is found. Take a look at the show notes at https://bit.ly/3T2f04T and have a great week! Host: Jonathan Bennett Co-Hosts: Jeff Massie, Rob Campbell, and Ken McDonald Download or subscribe to Untitled Linux Show at https://twit.tv/shows/untitled-linux-show Join Club TWiT for Ad-Free Podcasts! Support what you love and get ad-free audio and video feeds, a members-only Discord, and exclusive content. Join today: https://twit.tv/clubtwit Club TWiT members can discuss this episode and leave feedback in the Club TWiT Discord.

Alcoholic Husband ~ My husband is wonderful but drinks 2 large bottles of vodka a day and hides it. Listen to caller's personal dramas four times each week as Dr. Kenner takes your calls and questions on parenting, romance, love, family, marriage, divorce, hobbies, career, mental health - any personal issue! Call anytime, toll free 877-Dr-Kenner. Visit www.drkenner.com for more information about the show (where you can also download free chapter one of her serious relationships guidebook).

Ubuntu has security patches that you may not be getting, Bottles has some interesting tricks on ARM, and Switzerland is going Open Source. The SCO case is still twitching, Xorg is about to make another release, and we give Lemonade a test-run. The tips this week are TMOG the new Task Manager, smlstarlet for munging XML, metaflac for manipulating FLAC metadata, and Updatecli for automating actions when an update is found. Take a look at the show notes at https://bit.ly/3T2f04T and have a great week! Host: Jonathan Bennett Co-Hosts: Jeff Massie, Rob Campbell, and Ken McDonald Download or subscribe to Untitled Linux Show at https://twit.tv/shows/untitled-linux-show Join Club TWiT for Ad-Free Podcasts! Support what you love and get ad-free audio and video feeds, a members-only Discord, and exclusive content. Join today: https://twit.tv/clubtwit Club TWiT members can discuss this episode and leave feedback in the Club TWiT Discord.

Steve, Justine, Jeff, Ryan and Matt talk about Kentucky auctioning off confiscated bourbon to raise money for charity. TBD music by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).   Important Links: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theabvnetwork Our Events Page: bourbonpalooza.com Check us out at: abvnetwork.com. The ABV Barrel Shop: abvbarrelshop.com   Join the revolution by adding #ABVNetworkCrew to your profile on social media.

In today's episode, we're doing a DEEP dive into Romanian wines with a true Romanian wine expert, Teodora Baba! We're featuring 6 wines and they are all simply amazing and Teodora brings her bubbly personality and knowledge to this episode. These wines are available in many bottle shops in the Spokane area but they can be shipped to 44 states, including Idaho! Find these wines. Buy them! Try them! You will come back for more! #HappyFriday! #ItsWineTime! #Cheersing Order Romanian wines online with delivery to 44 states (including Idaho) at Cellar Wine Club!Wines this episode:NV Caii de la Letea Aligoté Dry Sparkling White ($30-$35 in area wine shops)2023 Crama DeMatei Patima Fetească Albă Dry White ($18-$22 in area wine shops)2024 Domeniile Averești Diamond Busuioacă de Bohotin Dry Rosé ($18-$22 in area wine shops)2022 Olterra Luturi Negru de Drăgășani Dry Red ($60 in area wine shops or online)2021 Crama DeMatei Patima Fetească Neagră Dry Red ($48 in area wine shops or online)2020 Crama DeMatei Matei “M” Fetească Neagră ($60 in area wine shops or online)A HUGE thanks to our sponsors: Bells Up Winery and Seasons of Coeur d'Alene!Bells Up Winery: Recovering attorney turned winemaker Dave Specter composes micro-boutique wines with the intensity of a French horn fanfare. Experience your own Bells Up moment with a private, never-double-booked tasting by calling 503-537-1328.Seasons of Coeur d'Alene: Experience the best of Coeur d'Alene's culinary scene at Seasons, where farm-to-table cuisine meets elegant ambiance. Don't miss their Wine Down Wednesday where all bottled wines are 50% off! Visit https://www.seasonsofcda.com/ for more information or call 208-664-8008 Register for the September Seasons wine dinner with J. Bookwalter on September 28 HEREThe J. Bookwalter Wine Word/s of the Week - Terroir Carpatin The distinct microclimates and ancient soil compositions surrounding the Carpathian Mountain ring and Danube Delta that give Romanian wines their bright acidity and structured minerality.J. Bookwalter: Celebrating their 40th year of producing award-winning wines crafted from the finest Columbia Valley vineyards, J. Bookwalter wines bring excellence and quality to every glass. Visit https://www.bookwalterwines.com for more information or simply call or 509-627-5000. Register for the September Seasons wine dinner with J. Bookwalter on September 28 HEREMentions: Sarah and Mark Lathrop, Liberty Lake Wine Cellars, Joy and Curt Grady, Bottle Joy, Cellar & Scholar, Maryhill Museum of Art, De Leon's Taco & Bar, Terraza Waterfront by De Leon's, De Leon Foods, Next Level Consulting, Upcoming Pacific Northwest Events Featuring Romanian WinesThursday, Sept 17: Cellar & Scholar in Spokane Valley, WASaturday, Sept 19: Maryhill Museum of Art Centennial Celebration of Queen Marie of Romania's Visit in Goldendale, WASaturday, Oct 3: VINO! A Wine Shop in Spokane, WAThursday, Oct 7: Bottles in Spokane Valley, WAThursday, Oct 29: Romanian Inspired Dinner at Gander & Ryegrass in Spokane, WAFriday, Oct 30: Twilight in Transylvania at Comellini Estates in North Spokane, WAPurchase Shelley's planner - https://herbestyearspress.com   Some wines we've enjoyed this week: Crama DeMatei Patima Fetească Albă, Mer Soleil Chardonnay, Dave Harvey GSMPlease find us on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/WineTimeFridays), Twitter (@VintageTweets), Instagram (@WineTimeFridays) on our YouTube Channel, https://www.youtube.com/@winetimefridays and on Threads, which is @winetimefridays. You can also “Follow” Phil on Vivino. His profile name is Phil Anderson and will probably “Follow” you back! © 2026 Wine Time Fridays - All Rights Reserve

Marrying bottles has to be a non-traditional marriageThe Industry Perspective Socials!Pod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/theindustryperspectiveNando's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/iwult_/P's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/douglas_coffeeThe Industry Perspective:Pulling back the curtain on your favorite bars and restaurants telling you what goes on behind the scenes with the establishments, the people that make it run and hopefully give you some insight into our perspective

This is cleaver, and grass roots. Vahe has an idea to promote the wines of Armenia, one bottle, one dinner, one enthusiat at a time. And, if you ask me, that is what it is going to take to get the industry grounded again. There is alot of spectulation on the role AI will play in this renassance, and most likely the role will be voluminous, but AI cannon the place of sharing a bottle of wine with a friend. And Vahe is proposing this very idea. If you've ever wondered how the wine world can get shaken up by a little friendly challenge, you're in for a treat! In this episode, host Paul Kalemkiarian and guest Vahe spill the wine (figuratively) on why the second week of November is something to circle on your calendar: Armenian Wine Week—globally! What's the Big Idea? During Armenian Wine Week, every Armenian is encouraged to: Buy 2 bottles of Armenian wine. Gift 1 bottle to a non-Armenian friend—spread the love, and the tannins! Challenge 3 friends to do the same—think of it as the "Ice Bucket Challenge" but far more delicious (and less shocking to the system). As Vahe quips, "Every Armenian is a boat that can take this wine to the ocean of wine drinkers" 00:18. You don't even have to drink it all yourself—just share, enjoy, and invite others to the wine party. Imagine your Thanksgiving table with a bottle from "my ancient land" and a great story to go with it! 00:24. The Grassroots Spirit This isn't your typical top-down campaign. Vahe describes it as purely grassroots—no big-budget ads, just community, passion, and a dash of friendly competition. There's no event to organize, no one to blame, and no committees to argue over poster colors 44:39. It's "everybody's wine week," with customizable logos and materials—so if you hate the color, make your own (and maybe throw in some glitter if you're feeling festive) 46:46. Why Armenian Wine (and Why Now)? Armenian wines have come a long way. Once, they were (to put it gently) "virtually undrinkable" according to Paul Kalemkiarian 05:12, but now there are bottles that belong on the world stage, at a price that's still a bargain 10:14. The experiment is simple: let the world taste and discover them. And if you need a makeshift conversation starter while gifting your neighbor a bottle, drop the "world's oldest winemaking region" fact for bonus points 15:53. How Do You Measure Success? It's easy: when distributors start running out of stock and wine shops need to restock those Armenian labels, you'll know the experiment worked 45:32. Until then, every bottle shared is a tiny wave in that "ocean of wine drinkers." Want In? Keep an eye out for www.armenianwineweek.com (coming September), where you can find which wine shops, distributors, and restaurants are on board. And remember—there's no wrong way to participate, as long as you're sharing, toasting, and challenging others to join in the fun 46:00. So pour a glass, pass a bottle, and be the waves that bring something ancient to someone new! Cheers—may your "wine networking" be strong and your stories unforgettable.     https://youtu.be/lBf0xGz0cKY   Trinity Canyon Vineyards: https://trinitycanyon.com/ In Vino (wine bar in Yerevan): https://invino.am/ Armenian Wine Week campaign: https://armenianwineweek.com/, https://armenianwine.com/ Wine Armenia Network: https://winearmenia.org/

In today's episode on 8th Sept, we explain why aluminium prices rose, how it triggered a can shortage, and whether bottles could help save the day for alcohol and beverage companies.Sign up for the FREE insurance masterclass from Ditto

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Jim, Jon, and Heather don't bother getting a little extra money from their bottle returns

Michigan retailers are pushing to remove the state's 10-cent bottle return deposit

8:00 HOUR: Are we out of touch for not returning our deposit bottles? Heather's News

9/3/26 - Who is under the most pressure this fall? Two Grand Slam, Dear Jon, Are we out of touch for not returning our deposit bottles?

What if your new favourite Australian wine came from a region you have never heard of and cost less than $30?Angus O'Loughlin and Master Sommelier Carlos Santos are joined by winemaker Andrew Dawson from Yeah Wine to explore Blackwood Valley, one of Western Australia's most exciting and overlooked wine regions.Nestled inland from Margaret River, Blackwood Valley is home to family-run vineyards, rolling hills and a distinctive continental climate that produces beautifully expressive Chardonnay, Shiraz, Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot, without the premium price tag.The conversation begins with a 2023 Whimwood Estate Chardonnay so good Angus ordered 12 bottles. Hand-picked, whole-bunch pressed and fermented in French oak, this impressive Blackwood Valley wine is crafted using techniques commonly associated with much more expensive Chardonnay.From there, the trio tastes Beulah Wines' 2023 Shiraz, a bright, medium-bodied expression grown by the Nield family, before discovering Andrew's Yeah Wine 2023 “Bringing Sexy Back” Merlot, made using fruit grown by Mick Hester in Blackwood Valley.A big thank you to our friends at Blackwood Valley Wines and to Andrew Dawson from Yeah Wine for helping us discover the remarkable people, vineyards and wines behind this special Western Australian region.Wines featured in this episode2023 Whimwood Estate Chardonnay: View and purchase the Chardonnay2023 Beulah Wines Shiraz: View Beulah Wines' range2023 Yeah Wine “Bringing Sexy Back” Merlot: View and purchase the MerlotDiscover Blackwood Valley WinesWebsite: https://blackwoodvalleywine.com.au/Instagram: @blackwoodvalleywineDiscover Whimwood Estate WinesWebsite: https://www.whimwoodestatewines.com.au/Instagram: @whimwoodestatewinesDiscover Andrew Dawson and Yeah WineWebsite: https://www.yeahwine.com.au/Instagram: @yeah_wineChapters00:00 The $28 Chardonnay worth talking about00:42 Meet Yeah Wine's Andrew Dawson02:16 Discovering Blackwood Valley03:17 Blackwood Valley vs Margaret River04:40 Tasting Whimwood Estate Chardonnay08:06 Finding exceptional wine without the premium price08:30 Blackwood Valley's climate, hills and vineyards10:41 The families behind Blackwood Valley wine12:10 Tasting Beulah Wines' 2023 Shiraz14:17 Why Western Australian Shiraz tastes different15:16 The family story behind Beulah Wines16:37 Blackwood Valley vs Margaret River Cabernet18:02 Is Blackwood Valley Australia's answer to southern France?20:17 Yeah Wine's “Bringing Sexy Back” Merlot22:44 Making wine approachable without the pretension24:30 What is happening to the Australian wine industry?26:44 Sustainable winegrowing in Blackwood Valley27:56 Why visit Blackwood Valley?28:53 The best Blackwood Valley wines to buy for $50Welcome to Got Somme, the ultimate wine podcast where Master Sommeliers and wine experts share their tips, blind tasting challenges, and insider knowledge from vineyards around the world. Whether you're a wine beginner or a seasoned enthusiast, we explore everything from wine education and wine tasting techniques to sparkling wines, red vs white, and the best wines under $30.Subscribe for weekly episodes and join us as we taste, learn, and uncover the stories behind your favourite wines. Perfect for anyone looking to improve their wine knowledge, discover new wine regions, or just enjoy a fun, educational chat about wine.

Send us Fan MailThis episode, the table's full — my son and two friends joined me for a deep dive into one of bourbon's most iconic names: Colonel E.H. Taylor. We tasted through the entire core lineup — Small Batch, Single Barrel, Straight Rye, and Barrel Proof — comparing notes on nose, palate, and finish across all four.Before we started pouring, I gave the guys some background on who E.H. Taylor really was and why he's often credited as the father of modern bourbon, including his role in shaping the Bottled-in-Bond Act.As a bonus, we cracked open a Wyoming store-pick Stagg to see how it measured up against the Colonel's own lineup — and the reactions did not disappoint.Pour yourself a glass and join us for an honest, unfiltered tasting session.

Submit your question and we'll answer it in a future episode! Join our Patreon Community!https://www.patreon.com/badassbreastfeedingpodcastOriginal Sprout. Original Sprout carries safe and effective styling, body and hair care products that are safe for babies and great for adults. Use code BADASS26 when you spend $20 and get a free Badass Breastfeeding Podcast branded hooded towel! Click here! https://originalsprout.com/collections/the-badass-breastfeeding-podcast Have you seen all the gimmicks out there available for breastfeeding parents?  Everything from gummies to alcohol test strips.  Listen in today as Dianne and Abby discuss several of these products and give you the run down.  They are investigating these products, so you don't have to!If you are a new listener, we would love to hear from you.  Please consider leaving us a review on iTunes or sending us an email with your suggestions and comments to badassbreastfeedingpodcast@gmail.com.  You can also add your email to our list and have episodes sent right to your inbox! Things we talked about:If you're giving your baby breastmilk, you're breastfeeding [7:35]Gimmicks and scams [8:40]Gummies [14:20]Alcohol test strips [14:50]Milk quality tests [15:38]Review from the alcohol strips [24:53]Breastfeeding meter [26:41]Bottles [32:07] Things we talked about or Episodes we think you should check out!https://badassbreastfeedingpodcast.com/episode/drinking-alcohol-while-breastfeeding/https://badassbreastfeedingpodcast.com/episode/baby-products-you-need-and-dont-need/ Set up your consultation with Diannehttps://badassbreastfeedingpodcast.com/consultations/  Check out Dianne's blog here:https://diannecassidyconsulting.com/milklytheblog/Follow our Podcast:https://badassbreastfeedingpodcast.comHere is how you can connect with Dianne and Abby:AbbyTheuring ,https://www.thebadassbreastfeeder.comDianne Cassidy @diannecassidyibclc,  http://www.diannecassidyconsulting.com  Music we use:Music: Levels of Greatness from We Used to Paint Stars in the Sky (2012) courtesy of Scott Holmes at freemusicarchive.org/music/ScottHolmes

Researchers at Southern Illinois University have engineered microbes that can break down discarded plastic bottles and crop waste and turn them into protein-rich cookies, a step-by-step biological transformation that could address problems with plastic pollution, a looming global food crisis and help sustain deep-space missions with humans aboard. Read the full story on Forbes: https://www.forbes.com/sites/maryroeloffs/2026/08/24/cookies-made-from-plastic-bottles-could-ease-food-shortages-feed-nasa-crews-in-space/ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

VERDICT WATCH: The Lindsay Clancy jury is in Day 2 of deliberations and has asked to review her prescription pill bottles and the knife connected to her suicide attempt. The request takes jurors back to evidence directly connected to the biggest question in the case: mental illness vs. criminal responsibility. Does this jury request tell you anything about what they're debating? ▶️ Full breakdown now on Crime Talk.

Episode #483 – Zelda turns 40, so Bobby made Chase rank 40 items with him (and only got through 23)Did you forget it's Zelda's 40th birthday this year? So did Nintendo! But Bobby didn't, which is why we're putting 40 classic Zelda items on a tier list. Bottles, bombs, boots and more. And this is just part 1 on this edition of The Casual Hour! ⏱ TIMESTAMPSTHE SETUP00:00:28 – Intro & Welcome 00:00:28 – Is the Master Sword Actually an Item?00:03:47 – The Pitch: 40 Items for Zelda's 40th Anniversary00:09:41 – Bobby Reads the Full 40 Item List00:10:49 – The Rubric: What S Through F Actually MeanTHE RANKINGS00:15:19 – Master Sword00:19:02 – Hylian Shield & Mirror Shield00:22:48 – Bow and Arrow (and the Slingshot Snub)00:24:55 – Bombs00:28:50 – The Bottle00:32:50 – Boomerang00:35:03 – Hookshot00:36:59 – Pegasus Boots00:39:22 – Magic Cape00:39:56 – Magic Mirror00:42:22 – Cane of Somaria00:46:05 – Fire Rod & Ice Rod00:47:27 – Bug Net00:48:16 – Roc's Cape00:49:57 – Ocarina of Time00:52:53 – Lens of Truth00:54:10 – Iron Boots00:55:52 – Megaton Hammer & Skull HammerDETOURS & WRAP-UP00:52:08 – Emergency Vet Detour & Part Two Announcement00:58:53 – Biggoron or Bigger On? The Pronunciation Fight01:00:54 – Schedule Update & September Preview Tease01:02:28 – Wrap-Up & Socials

'Tis the season for apple, cinnamon and pumpkin flavors in beer and spirits - but if you wait for sweater weather, you may already be too late. Carly Katz, owner of Bottles and Cans in Chicago's Edgebrook neighborhood, joins Rob Hart on the WBBM Noon Business Hour to explain.

This week Abby and Alan dig into the strange history of witch bottles, a form of folk magic once used to protect from witchcraft, curses, and supernatural attacks. We explore where the practice came from, how witch bottles were made, why they were hidden in fireplaces, walls, and beneath floors, and what archaeologists have discovered centuries later. From 17th-century England to colonial America, witch bottles reveal a fascinating intersection of folklore, magic, superstition, and everyday life. We'll also look at the objects and rituals believed to make these bottles work, and how this obscure piece of folk magic eventually found its way into the imagery and traditions of modern horror. If you're interested in witchcraft, folk magic, occult history, supernatural folklore, haunted history, paranormal traditions, and the real history behind horror, this one is for you. Lunatics Radio Hour explores the history behind the things that scare us. Follow us on social media @ TheLunaticsProject. Get Lunatics Merch here. Join the discussion on Discord. Check out Abby's book Horror Stories. Available in eBook and paperback. Music by Michaela Papa, Alan Kudan & Jordan Moser. Poster Art by Pilar Keprta @pilar.kep. Support the show. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us Fan MailFall has landed on the table, and we're celebrating with a full brunch spread! In this episode of Bottles & Bites Without Borders, we're joined by Chris & Teri Chambers for a cozy autumn feast featuring a hearty meat lovers quiche, a veggie frittata, and French toast topped with homemade blueberry compote.Between bites, we dig into everything fall: the comfort foods we crave as the temperature drops, our must-have football gameday snacks, and the desserts that make autumn the best eating season of the year. Grab a plate (and maybe a mimosa) and join the table — this one's got something for every kind of fall food lover.

Enjoy this full chapter about working on Monkey Island, from Jeff's newest book. Monkey Farm: A Summer Among the Macaques  Audiobook: Libby Libro.fm Spotify Amazon  Audible  Apple Books  Google Play  Kobo  Barnes and Noble eBook (DRM-free): Bookshop.org  Kobo  Kindle Barnes and Noble  Canadian friends: I set the retail price at par - $10CAD and $10USD. Anything more is bullshit. 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Chapter 11 - Monkey Island My summer among the macaques ended with a hangover, fresh stitches and a new tattoo. The story of how that happened began before dawn at a boat dock on Saint Helena Sound.  The skills I'd acquired at the Yemassee clinic, specifically treating lacerations and fight wounds, had qualified me to work on Morgan Island when needed. The Monkey Farm maintained a colony of rhesus macaques on the island under a contract with the government. The macaques had been relocated to South Carolina from a government breeding facility in Puerto Rico fifteen years prior, after monkeys carrying the Herpes-B virus escaped into the community.  After my boss recommended me to the Morgan Island team, the occupational health lab tested me for tuberculosis and hepatitis. The monkeys on the island were disease-free, and the humans who worked there were screened to make sure they didn't infect the animals. The lab also re-tested me for Herpes-B virus, carried by many of the macaques I worked with. Herpes-B was harmless to the monkeys, but could kill me. The re-test confirmed I hadn't been infected by an accidental needle stick the month before. After I stuck myself with that used needle, I rushed back to the clinic and scrubbed the wound with iodine and a stiff brush for ten minutes, then flushed the wound with water for another twenty minutes. Either the monkey hadn't carried B virus or the infection-control procedure worked. Good news! With blood tests out of the way, I was given the dates I would work on Morgan Island and instructions to take the morning boat from Eddings Point. My boss dictated directions. "Take the Carteret Street bridge from Beaufort on the mainland to Lady's Island. Continue on the Sea Island Parkway. Pass Datha, Distant, Warsaw and Polawana Islands. Keep going on to Saint Helena Island. Turn left on Eddings Point Road, go a couple miles across the causeway to Eddings Point Landing. Boat leaves at 6:30 am sharp. Be early because they'll leave you at the dock if you're one minute late." A winding pre-dawn drive across the archipelago of Saint Helena Sound got me to the dock just after 6:00 am. A car and two pickup trucks were already parked in an oyster shell lot between the narrow causeway and the salt marsh. The trucks lit the marsh with their headlights. The beams followed a walkway of planks laid between pilings out to open water where I could just make out a boat tied to a floating dock. Three people I'd never met were ferrying boxes of supplies and bags of Purina Monkey Chow from the trucks to the boat. I got out of my own truck with a duffel bag holding my coveralls and boots. Unsure what do do next, I went and stood next to the walkway, thinking maybe I could help. The three men ignored me as they sleepily went about their stevedoring.  The veterinarian I was to assist that day climbed out of a nearby station wagon and trudged slowly over, a bag similar to mine slung over her shoulder. We exchanged sleepy good mornings. She wore a dark knit watch cap. It was September, and the air was thankfully cool after a shatteringly hot Lowcountry August. That heat pushed me down with a heavy weight from dawn to dusk. It was hardest in coveralls, boots and a mask, but even on my days off I stayed indoors in the air conditioning. That August was the first time in my life I didn't want to go outside, even to swim since the body temperature water did nothing to cool me down. Thankfully, September broke the spell. That morning the breeze off the salt marsh was brisk and fresh. We stayed out of the way while the crew finished loading the boat. The one in charge, a big man I hadn't met, turned off the headlights in one, then the other truck. Big Man motioned to us to follow as he crossed the walkway to join the two people already on the boat. His heavy steps made the planks bounce gently between the pilings. I stepped down a short ramp from the fixed walkway to the floating dock. I followed the veterinarian who had already climbed aboard the boat.  Free from the glare of headlights, my eyes started to adjust to the pre-dawn light. The simple workboat was sturdily built of white fiberglass. It had a windshield on top of a tiny cabin in the bow. The steering wheel and throttle were mounted next to a ship's compass bolted to the top of the cabin. The letters and numbers of the compass glowed from a soft yellow light inside the compass housing. I could see that we were pointed roughly north. The inboard motor repeated a quiet rumble under an engine box piled with supplies. Big Man quickly untied the lines, bow and stern, and climbed into the boat to take the wheel.  He pushed the throttle forward and spun the wheel to the left. The boat rose smoothly on plane as we motored into Jenkins Creek. My eyes now fully adjusted, I could see the glow of sunrise build in the sky to our right, and there was enough ambient light to see our surroundings. We looked up at the top of tall marsh grass speeding by on either side of the Creek. Five months earlier in May, the grass was a green fringe barely above the tidal marshes at the confluence of the Ashepoo, Combahee, and Edisto rivers. The three rivers gave their water and their names to the ACE Basin, a pristine 350,000 acre nursery estuary in Saint Helena Sound.  Smack dab in the middle of the ACE Basin sat Morgan Island, the only completely undeveloped island in the estuary. Undeveloped, but not uninhabited.  The others on the boat didn't say much as we wound through the creeks and rivers on our way to Morgan Island. Between the early hour and the routine of what was regular duty for everyone else, I was left to watch and wonder. We shot out of Jenkins Creek into the wider Morgan River then turned east. Our bow was pointed toward the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean beyond. The top edge of the sun broke above the watery horizon. A dorsal fin broke the surface of the water in front and to the right of the boat. A shark! No, sharks don't surf. It was a porpoise. The sleek marine mammal caught a ride on the wave of water pushed aside by our bow until we turned to head north up Parrot Creek next to Morgan Island.  Morgan Island is technically six square miles, but only one square mile is high and dry. The rest is marsh. We motored in a long clockwise loop around the island's northern perimeter. At a buoy with a flashing green light, we turned south into the mouth of an unnamed tidal creek that led to the interior. After ten minutes winding through the creek, Big Man pulled back on the throttle. The boat slowed and we putted slowly toward the forested upland of Morgan Island. I pushed to the front of the cockpit to spot the throngs of free-range macaques that must've been gathered on shore to greet us. But weren't. Instead, a sleepy woman took our lines and tied our boat to a simple wooden pier that jutted out of bushes and trees that lined the shore beyond. A second boat was tied up on the other side of the dock, nearly identical to ours but older and more weathered. It was covered in morning dew and had been there all night. The veterinarian motioned me to climb out so the crew could unload. The tide crested during the trip out, so it was a short step up from the boat to the dock. We carried our duffel bags down the dock, walking alongside the woman who'd come to meet us. She wore the dark blue coveralls of an animal care technician. She seemed to wake up and nodded a greeting to me.  "Welcome to Monkey Island son! I'm Dianne, you're in for a big day today!" I still didn't know what I was in for, only that my clinical skills had improved to the point where I could 'go out to Morgan for census.' The low morning sun lit the dock, but it was still dark under the trees on shore. I stepped off the pier onto the island proper. The ground was sand mixed with bits of dry organic matter fallen from a dense canopy above. When we stepped into the shadows of the trees we also stepped onto a dense mat of dead leaves, palmetto fronds, and pine needles. The branches of the pine and live oak trees above interlocked with each other to provide support against strong ocean winds. This mesh of branches was a distinguishing characteristic of the island's maritime forest. A perfect habitat for the rhesus macaques I had yet to see.  We walked up a trail to a decrepit cabin with a low, sagging metal roof. A tall radio antenna shot straight up from the peak of the roof. It's thin outline was visible against the large white plastic tank of an improvised water tower behind the cabin. The cabin itself was painted a drab light brown that blended with the forest. More so because the paint peeled up in places as if to mimic leaves. A screened porch spanned the front of the building. Through its dusty screen I could see an old plaid couch and a worn yellow vinyl recliner. The veterinarian stepped on to the porch through a crooked screen door. I followed her past the junky furniture through a weathered wood doorframe into the cabin. Its old door was propped open by a rusty metal bucket full of sand bristling with cigarette butts. Most of the cabin was one big room. A slightly less decrepit couch and recliner stood against the back wall next to a kitchen area that held a round wooden table and a few matching chairs.  A makeshift office area was to the right of the door. A dented gray metal desk under a cracked sliding glass window held a serious looking two-way shortwave radio set. A thick wire snaked out of the window to the antenna on the roof. The transmitter was surrounded by stacks of paperwork and binders. Above it was a map of the island marked with circles and squares. To the left, open doors led to two small bedrooms on either side of a bathroom. An ancient toilet, the kind with a long chain dangling from a tank on the wall was visible through the bathroom door. The place looked and felt like a remote ranger station on a wildlife preserve, which it sort of was.  A weathered man who could've been forty or sixty sat at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. He looked up from a piece of paper on the clipboard in front of him as the veterinarian walked over.  "Mornin' doc. I see you brought the new kid. Hey kid, I'm Jack. Well, I went out this morning and another ten monkeys jumped in the corral last night. That makes 182. Looked like about a third don't have tattoos, but I couldn't get an exact count." Jack's voice held the soft lilt acquired by someone who'd lived here for a while, but wasn't from the Deep South. The veterinarian acknowledged his update and told me to go into the bathroom and change into boots and coveralls. I came out to find Jack gone from the cabin and the vet in her coveralls waiting for me by the door. We walked out to where two of the crew from the boat stood with Diane and Jack between a couple of ancient vehicles I hadn't noticed earlier. The sun shone through the trees on an ancient flat-fender jeep. I loved it at first sight. Either Army surplus or an early civilian model. It was protected from the salt air by multiple coats of whatever leftover paint had been on hand at the time. Where the last coat of beige flaked off, I could see light orange and hints of robins egg blue beneath that. Its windshield frame was long gone. A hole gaped where one headlight had fallen out. There was no roll bar or rear seat. Stuffing poked through the cracked vinyl upholstery of a driver's seat behind a wide metal steering wheel. The passenger had to make do with an old couch cushion set on the floor of the vehicle. A surplus Army trailer painted the same leftover kaleidoscope was hitched to the jeep. It's pickup truck-sized bed held boxes of veterinary supplies.  The other vehicle was an old pickup truck so dented and rusted I couldn't tell you more about it. I admired it anyway. As I stood wondering at the make of the truck, a movement back by the jeep caught my eye. I had to stare for a moment before I could spot the young adult rhesus macaque. He crept across the forest floor, halfway to the jeep trailer from the nearest tree trunk. Big Man was in a nearby storage shed even more decrepit than the cabin, where he stowed the last of the supplies from the boat. Everyone else had their backs to the monkey. The macaque crept steadily closer to the trailer, eyes wide, mouth open. I didn't know any better so I just watched. When he got to the trailer, he stood on his hind legs and peered over the side. A hand darted out and snatched a packet of sterile gauze just as Big Man came out of the shed, saw him and yelled. "Yo! Monkey! Git!"  The macaque streaked away from the trailer in a three-legged dash, the white paper packet of gauze held to his chest with one hand. I continued to stare dumbly as the other four turned around and watched the thief disappear up into the tree canopy. Big Man chuckled as he walked toward our group.  "That one's still at it, huh? Guess he didn't jump into the corral last night."  I finally found my words and asked if that was something to look out for the rest of the day.  Big Man replied. "Not really. Every so often one of 'em gets more curious than scared and hangs around the cabin. They love to get their hands on anything new and different, so the census trailer is better 'n bananas. No big deal so long as they don't steal anything sharp. You put the syringes and scissors on the bottom, right Jack?" Jack nodded, a smile on his face. Big Man stopped next to Jack who handed him a clipboard. Big Man started the morning briefing. He introduced me as Jeff, there to help the veterinarian. No other introductions as everyone knew everyone except me and it was clear I was the vet's problem.   "Ok, me and Karl are on island the next three nights. Jack and Dianne are good to stay overtime this morning, but'll take the day boat back this afternoon as soon as we're finished with census. Dianne, how's everything doing?" "Batteries are at eighty percent this morning, generator ran fine last evening. Propane is good, water tank's three quarters full, next water delivery in a week. The water transfer pump is still on the fritz, but I know what part it needs and'll pick that up before I'm out here next. Did a radio check this morning with Yemassee. Y'all brought plenty of food so you're good for three days." He nodded his thanks, then looked down at the clipboard.  "Ok, Monkeys are in Corral C on the southwest side of the island. As of Jack's final check this morning, a total of 182 animals jumped in over two days." He flipped the top sheet over and went through a checklist on the second page. "Ok, cages, sawhorses and plywood are already staged out at the corral. Lights, scales and measuring tapes are in the pickup. So are census records, tattoo equipment and portable generators. Trailer's loaded with vet supplies, gauntlets, and gloves." He looked at his watch, then at us.  "It's 7:45, we need to set up by 8:30 so we can census all 180 macaques before noon. 1:00 at the latest if there are hiccups. It's cool now, but the temp is gonna get into the eighties later this afternoon. We don't wanna add heat to the stress they're already under. No breaks, lunch after, ok? Everyone good?" Heads nodded, mine included even though I didn't know what would come next.  "Ok, boat crew with me in the truck, last night's island crew in the jeep. We'll go on ahead and set up." Big Man looked at me and the veterinarian. "Y'all walk and meet us there. Take the loop trail and you can't miss it. We'll have your station set up by the time you get there. " I was bummed to not get a ride in the old Army jeep. As I watched it pull away down the rough trail, it bounced over a deep rut. The jeep's rear corner hopped violently because the leaf spring was broken and the body sat hard on the rear axle. Maybe a walk in the woods was better.  The veterinarian used the walk to fill me in. Our black rubber boots were nearly silent on sand mixed with pine needles as we walked next to a rutted vehicle trail that looped around the perimeter of the island. The veterinarian started with background. "Pretty crazy place, huh? The government put a breeding colony of 1,400 rhesus macaques on this island in the 80's. It's more than self-sustaining because now there're about 3,000 of them. I say 'about' because they live free-range in dozens of social groups. There's no way to do a complete count when they roam freely over hundreds of acres. There are four corrals around the island, A, B, C and D. We do census in March, June, September and December. The island staff bait one of the corrals with fruit and biscuits for two days. Monkeys living in the area jump down into the corral for fruit and can't climb back out. Take today's census. 182 macaques jumped into Corral C. We treat that group as a sample from all the monkeys living on the island. Then we use statistics to estimate the total population." She looked up from the ground ahead to see if I followed. I nodded in understanding. "Ok, great. During the census today, the staff will inspect, weigh and measure each monkey that jumped into the corral. Every monkey with a chest tattoo has its own census chart in a binder where its weight and such are recorded each time it's captured. If a monkey doesn't have a tattoo, it means it's never been seen in the census. The animal gets a tattoo and a new census chart with its first weight, length, sex, age and health exam. When it's caught again in a future census, its information is recorded on the same chart. Get why it's called a census?" I got it. The official census in the United States worked sort of the same way. Every ten years, census takers go door to door in a neighborhood and record a bunch of information. Not every door, but enough to create a reliable sample. Experts then do the math to estimate the population of the neighborhood, the state and the whole country. I said as much to the veterinarian.  "Yes! Exactly! Now, I'm not involved because this is primatology stuff, but as I understand it, data we gather today is sent to Yemassee to be entered into the computer database. From that the population on the island gets estimated pretty accurately. Growth and especially replacement rate too, because animals are shipped out to supply federal research labs." I followed what she was saying, but had questions. I asked if the monkeys ever escaped from the island, and most important to me, why I was there.  "Escapes happen but they're rare. Macaques swim, but don't like to cross open water. They're often on the beach or in the marsh hunting for crabs. If they see something floating out in the water their curiosity means they might swim out to it. They've been spotted riding tangled up mats of marsh grass. One was spotted floating on a tree trunk that fell from the island in a storm."  The image of an adventurous monkey riding a floating log made me smile. That was one theory for how the remote Galapagos Islands were populated by tortoises and iguanas.  We walked past a big corral situated on the inland side of the vehicle trail. A big letter "D" was stenciled in black spray paint on the galvanized metal wall. A huge set of double doors stood open on one end. The corral was empty except for a few broken branches and a feeder stand. We were closer to our destination at Corral C. The veterinarian walked a bit faster while she explained my duties for the census.  "When the monkeys jump into the baited corral, they come from different family groups. The  monkeys today could be from five, six different troops. That means they're gonna fight. You're here to treat fight wounds. I'll check the animals for disease, teeth issues, joint problems, skin conditions and reproductive health. The rest of the crew will tattoo, weigh, measure and update census charts in the binders. If there aren't many fight wounds, you're gonna work the tattoo table. How's that sound?" That sounded intense but doable. Except for the tattoo part. I told her I knew nothing about tattoos. She smiled and reassured me that if I could stitch up three layers of tissue I could use a tattoo gun.  Now I understood why the head vet complimented my suture technique by telling me I was ready to go out to the island. I was going to be a field medic that morning. But one macaque at a time was one thing. 180 was quite another, especially with the time pressure I could sense building in the operation. The dull gray metal of another corral appeared through the trees ahead. So did a flurry of human activity. I inhaled sharply and felt my eyes grow wide in a surge of nervous anticipation.  **** Corral C stood on the southwest side of the island in an area dense with pine trees instead of the mix of oaks elsewhere. The trees were mature, two or more feet thick at the base. Their ramrod-straight trunks were spaced wide apart like columns in a giant warehouse. The trunks supported an interlocked roof of pine needles above. The ground was covered in a thick, uniform mat of fallen pine needles. The forest was shadowy and mysterious. A complete lack of underbrush indicated we would stay in the shade even when the sun was high overhead.   The low light combined with the sound-deadening effect of the pine forest made the scene next to the corral surreal. The island crew moved through the quiet, dim woods with a quick economy of motion, feet silent on the carpet of pine needles. They had just finished setting up the census equipment and were returning boxes and crates to the truck and trailer parked off to one side.  A single long table stretched between the tree trunks. The table was made of four foot by eight foot sheets of plywood laid across a row of tall sawhorses. The table stood above my waist, chest high on the shorter members of the crew. The veterinarian led me toward one end of the table.  Mobile exam lights were clamped to the end closest to us, off for now. 25 yards away at the opposite end of the table, a row of three ring binders stood upright like books on a shelf. Hanging scales were suspended from a metal bar mounted above the table next to a collection of measuring tapes and a stack of metal clipboards. Electric hair clippers and a half dozen ink-stained electric tattoo guns were plugged into a long industrial power strip in the middle of the table. A thick yellow extension cord ran from the power strip to portable generators off among the trees. The veterinarian stepped up to the section of table under the lights. It was covered in a sheet of translucent plastic. A crate held dozens of clipboards, each with a blank form. A wire mesh basket held two dozen 100 milliliter bottles of ketamine. Boxes of 50 milliliter syringes stood next to the basket. 50 milliliters was bigger than I was used to for injectables. The veterinarian checked over her section of the table and directed me to do the same the next section over.  "Ok Jeff, I'll do triage here under the lights, you'll be right next door treating fight wounds. If there's something you can't handle, or that needs both of us, I'll step over. I want you to make sure your table has all the supplies we use in the operating room back in Yemassee. You think anything's missing, you tell me."  My section held a neat arrangement of clinical supplies, already laid out by the island crew. Boxes of sterile surgical gloves in white paper wrappers. Squeeze bottles of iodine, alcohol and sterile water. A pile of blue and white absorbent pads. A deep stainless steel tray held scalpels, surgical scissors, clamps and forceps submerged in alcohol. Boxes of different kinds of individually-wrapped sutures, needle threaded and ready to go in each handy packet. Bottles of injectable antibiotics and one milliliter syringes. A dozen tubes of topical antibiotic ointment. Electric hair clippers plugged into the power strip the next section over. The island team didn't miss a thing as far as I could tell. In fact, I noticed there were many multiples of each item, more than could possibly be required. The redundancy held for the rest of the equipment. Six tattoo guns, two lights, two scales, two generators. We were a fifteen minute drive away from the base camp. An hour by boat and car from Yemassee. Census of 180 monkeys had to happen in four hours or less. Once we started, we couldn't afford to have something break. I shared my realization with the veterinarian who walked me through what was going to happen.  "Yeah, you got it. Once this train leaves the station it doesn't stop for any reason. Monkeys'll get run into the cages. You chemically restrain 'em two cages at a time. Once they're unconscious, the crew'll bring em over to me for triage and a health exam. You'll stitch up any fight wounds I find. We pass them to tattoo, then they get weighed, measured, and charted. I'll tell you when to anesthetize the next two cages. We don't stop until we're through all 182." I looked at the long table again. It made more sense. The table was an assembly line for the census process. Clinical evaluation under the lights at one end, then on to stitches, tattoos, weight, height, and record keeping at the other end.  "You focus first on anesthetizing monkeys when I tell you, second on treating any fight wounds. Fresh sterile gloves for every monkey, do your best to maintain a sterile field but we're out here in the woods so… be practical. There'll be a ton of activity around you, so don't get distracted. Ok, looks like it's go time."  I followed her gaze to where Jack stood next to Corral C. I'd barely noticed the corral while I took in the census assembly line. Next to Jack, one end of a long line of metal cages was bolted to the corral wall. The cages were attached end to end in a single row that extended about fifty yards from the hatch in the corral into the trees. Each rectangular cage was about two feet tall, eighteen inches wide, and three feet long. A pair of vertically-sliding metal doors at the junction between the cages stood open. With the doors between the cages lifted up into the open position, the row of cages formed a fifty yard long continuous tunnel, one end secured to the hatch into the corral, the other end closed off.  With a nod from Jack, Dianne pulled the starter cord on a generator. It roared to life with one pull and she walked back toward the census table. As the electricity began to flow, both exam lights came on. An electric hair trimmer buzzed and vibrated on the tattoo table, its switch stuck in the on position. I quickly stepped over and turned it off. The veterinarian and I readied ourselves by putting on blue rubber exam gloves. She told me to set up the ketamine.  "Fill a syringe so you're ready. Check the concentration on the bottle, should be 10 milligrams of ketamine in every milliliter. I know you know this, but we always cross check right? Dose at 10 milligrams of ketamine per kilogram of body weight. That means one milliliter of ketamine in the syringe for every kilogram the monkey weighs. No time to change needles between animals, administer multiple doses from the same syringe. Every macaque on the island has an identical serotype, they all carry the same viruses. Watch your technique, you don't want a needle stick all the way out here."  As I drew 40 milliliters of ketamine into each of two big syringes, Big Man walked to the closed-off end of the cage tunnel. He walked back toward the corral, double-checking the cage-to-cage connections. When he got to Jack, he looked at his watch, then over at the rest of us where we stood by our stations. He yelled over the noise of the generator. "Ok! Everybody ready?" I nodded and assumed the rest of the team did too because Big Man nodded at Jack. Jack reached down and grabbed a loop of rope on the hatch in the corral wall. He jerked it and the hatch slid straight up. Now there was an opening from the corral into the tunnel of cages. For a moment nothing happened. Then a single monkey shot through the hatch and ran down the cage tunnel at full speed.  Three heartbeats later, the remaining 181 monkeys streamed through the hatch in a continuous head-to-tail line. The hole in the side of the corral was their way out, they had no idea it led to confinement instead of the forest. The metal cages rattled from the force of this freight train of monkeys running as fast as they could down the tunnel. When the macaque leading the train reached the end of the line, he came to a stop next to the solitary monkey that ran out first. The rest piled up behind them, shoving them together into an awkward embrace. The momentum of the monkey train pressed the 182 macaques into a solid column of red fur, limbs, and angry faces. The rattle of metal on metal stopped as suddenly as it started. Jack pushed the hatch closed to cut off the possibility of retreat back into the corral. He and Big Man gently pushed the sliding doors closed at each junction between cages, sometimes giving quiet encouragement to the monkeys to "get out of the way." When they got to the end, the 182 monkeys were divided three or four at a time in each of the 50 cages. I looked over at the veterinarian at her station. She'd taken off her watch cap and tied her hair up. Her face was all business in the harsh white of the exam lights. She nodded back at me.  "Two cages. One milliliter per kilogram intramuscular. Go."  My hyper focus kicked in. I started to estimate weight and calculate doses as I walked over to the two cages at the end of the row. I was sure a small young female was three kilograms. That meant three milliliters. I uncapped the needle, pointed the syringe up and flicked it with an index finger. A bubble rose to the top. I pushed the plunger until the air bled out and a droplet of ketamine sparkled at the tip of the needle.  The female rhesus was squeezed into a cage with three others. She helpfully squirmed away to hide her vulnerable face and belly from me, so it was straightforward to inject three milliliters into the muscle of her thigh. Next was a medium sized male, nine kilograms. After injecting nine milliliters, the plunger was at 27. A smaller male looked to weigh seven kilograms so his dose of seven left 20. The fourth macaque in the cage was another young female. Four kilograms, four milliliters. I finished the first cage with 16 milliliters of ketamine left in my syringe. The three kilogram female, the first monkey I'd anesthetized, was already getting drowsy so I kept going through the second cage. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.  Somewhere behind me somebody yelled out the time.  "8:40! We have until 9:00!" It was Big Man over at the census table next to the scales. He called out the time I finished anesthetizing the first macaques. This let everyone know how much time we had to get them through the census process. Anthony, one of the crew from the boat appeared next to me. "Go on, head back and get ready. I'll watch 'em and bring them over when they're unconscious." Back at my fight wound station, I ran my eyes over the supplies one last time, plucked a packet of sterile surgical gloves out of the box and spread a blue and white pad on the table in front of me. Back at the cages Anthony unfastened two latches on the top edge of the cage and folded the whole side down. A random unconscious arm and a leg or two flopped out when the cage opened up. He gently picked up the little three kilogram female and carried her over to the veterinarian, then hustled back to shuttle the remaining macaques from cage to table. The vet did a thorough check for wounds and broken bones. Finding none, she proceeded with the health exam, jotting down quick notes about teeth, eyes and skin on a clipboard taken from the crate next to her. She raised her voice a bit to be heard over the generator. "Young adult female, no fight trauma, no tattoo." Someone, maybe Jack, took the clipboard and whisked the monkey away to the tattoo table. I heard a shaver start to buzz. The veterinarian was through the next monkey in a flash. This one already had a tattoo so was taken to the scales. The third monkey had been in a fight. "Young adult male, fresh laceration on right rear upper thigh, no health issues, no tattoo." She beckoned for me to come take the animal. I carried him to my table and gently laid him down on the pad. The wound on his rear thigh meant he'd been running away from a more aggressive male when he got it. It'd been about five minutes since I knocked him out, so I needed to move quickly. The laceration was new, through the top layer of skin, about an inch and a half long. A small amount of blood had just begun to clot at one end. I used my electric clippers to shave the hair away from the cut. I squirted iodine on the wound and the skin around it, then wiped it away with gauze. Next, I opened up the appropriate suture packet and set it next to the monkey.  Time to get mostly sterile. I put fresh surgical gloves on over my blue rubber exam gloves. I chose a pair of forceps from the metal tray full of alcohol and set about stitching up the wound. I don't remember the details of suturing, only that at the time I was proud of my ability to close a wound leaving only neat knots under the skin. The absorbable suture material would hold until the wound healed, then dissolve into the surrounding tissue. The macaque couldn't tear his stitches out. This was a big deal, since Monkey Island was no place for the cone of shame you see on a dog or cat. The wound wasn't deep or old enough to warrant injectable antibiotics, so I finished with a smear of topical ointment. The vet saw me strip off the surgical gloves.  "Good job Jeff. One down, but we gotta keep moving, I have another one here for you."  Someone from the tattoo table appeared and took  the young male to get his first ink. I put down a fresh absorbent pad and picked up my next patient from the veterinarian's table.  This one was in worse shape but would be ok. The wound was a deep tear with three flaps of skin instead of a simple laceration. It was on his left shoulder, which meant he faced his foe when it happened. The wound was older too, probably from a full two days ago when the corral was first baited. I had to shave away clumps of hair matted together by thick clots of blood before I could tell if there were signs of infection. Some of the tissue was dead, necrotic, so I used scissors to trim it away. The tear was wide at the surface, but had made a small hole in the deepest third layer of skin. I could see muscle and tendons through the opening. I used different kinds of sutures to close each of the three layers, starting with the deepest subcutaneous and working my way back up.  By the time I finished stitching up the monkey with the bad tear in his shoulder, two more were in line behind it. The veterinarian joined me at my station and we took care of those two together. Half of the initial eight monkeys had fight wounds. If that kept up it was going to be a long day. As it turned out, less than a quarter had some sort of wound, none of them worse than the tear I'd just treated and most required only a few stitches. Thankfully no broken bones. Still, that was forty macaques, so the rest of the morning was a blur of ketamine injections and wound closures.  A couple of times the action slowed enough for me to step over to the tattoo table. I wasn't qualified to give a young monkey its first chest tattoo, but they let me freshen up the faded letters and numbers on older animals. I shaved away the soft hair and disinfected the monkey's skin with alcohol. The tattoo guns seemed ancient, but they all worked. A small electromagnet vibrated a needle up and down in a guide. I dipped the tip of the gun in black ink then gently ran the buzzing needle over the skin and wiped away the small amount of blood that rose to the surface. It was harder than it looked. The unconscious monkeys seemed to always be in an awkward position. Their elastic skin moved around easily. I don't know how many tattoos I made better, but I didn't make any worse. A few years later I got my own first tattoo. The artist used exactly the same equipment and procedure we used on Monkey Island. The five person island crew took turns doing all the jobs. They busily weighed each monkey, measured bodies, arms and legs. They noted evidence of recent pregnancy. The sexual maturity of young monkeys was observed and logged. Whoever was doing the measurements calmly called out a constant stream of information to record keepers who listened and wrote it down on the correct chart. Every macaque went through the census process in less than twenty minutes. That meant they still had some time to sleep off their chemical restraint before rejoining the family group they left when they jumped into the corral for a banana days before.  When a macaque had been through the entire process, it was still unconscious from the ketamine. Or at least in the immobile and dissociated state ketamine causes. The animal was carried out into the forest and laid gently on its side in a warm spot of sunshine. Still close enough to keep an eye on, but far enough away from the census table so they wouldn't freak out when they woke up. Since the animals were in a vulnerable state, each monkey was placed a safe distance away from other macaques also recovering from anesthesia. At the peak, there must've been forty monkeys spread across the soft pine needles of the forest floor. I did my best not to anthropomorphize the macaques in my time with them. I followed the policy against seeing them as primate relatives. My colleagues had a harder time keeping their emotional distance. Animal care and more so behavioral care technicians interacted with the macaques when they were more endearing. Hungry. Curious. Nurturing. Annoyed. Caring. Playful. I was a veterinary technician. We interacted with the macaques when they were defensive or aggressive. When their behavior was closer to what you think of as 'wild animal.' It was easier for me to see them that way.  But the one time I felt kinship with my fellow primate? When I watched them wake up from anesthesia in the forest. It was quite the scene. A young male monkey, let's call him Chad, slept peacefully on his right side on a bed of soft pine needles in a spot of warm sunlight. Chad was big for his age and his muscular arms and legs had been arranged gently to one side. His head rested at a comfortable angle, though his mouth was open and his tongue drooped out. He was perfectly still for many minutes, as if he would sleep forever. Then movement. A leg extended slowly, almost a stretch. An arm pulled in and curled against his chest. After a moment, Chad lifted his head an inch off the ground, eyes closed, tongue still out, then laid it back down. Head back up, this time mouth closed and eyes half open as he became aware of his situation. Chad lifted his head higher and opened his eyes all the way. He pulled his arm under him to push himself up. His head and torso wobbled unsteadily, propped on that arm. A groggy expression of surprise came over Chad's face as if he had no idea where he was or how he got there. His eyes rolled from side to side.  After a long moment propped on one arm, Chad shifted his weight onto his butt. Monkeys usually sit on their haunches with their legs gathered underneath, so he looked silly with his legs splayed out to the sides. He planted his other arm and clumsily pulled one leg at a time underneath his butt, still supporting himself with his arms planted on the ground. Chad stayed in this 'dude where am I' position for a while as the fog wore off. His expression drifted between drugged, confused and a grimace of distaste from his dry mouth.  When he picked his hands up off the ground and could balance upright, Chad started to come around cognitively. He could take in his surroundings, though still he still wobbled unsteadily at times. His face took on a very clear 'where the hell am I and how did I get here?' expression. The ketamine wore off faster now. Chad looked down at his chest where it stung from the tattoo gun. His face grew concerned as he lifted a hand to touch his fresh ink.  Chad looked up with a pained almost regretful expression as he processed the fact he had a new tattoo. His hand went from his chest up to his left shoulder. He turned his head to peer down at fresh stitches in a two inch laceration. Chad seemed less puzzled about the fight wound than the tattoo. At this point the acute effects had faded. Chad wasn't wobbling any more, at least while he remained seated. He looked around again, this time he noticed the half dozen other unconscious monkeys nearby. His eyes grew wide. That was not good. At all. Time to get out of there. Chad lurched up on all fours. The sudden transition to vertical caused him to sway left, then right.  He evened out, and after one last look back at his unconscious cousins, Chad walked off into the forest with a hangover, fresh stitches, and a new tattoo.  ***** Find out what happened next in the full book Monkey Farm: A Summer Among the Macaques!        

On today's episode of The Therapy Crouch, Abbey and Peter are joined once again by Abbey's best friend Liberty, who is putting the pair through their paces with the ultimate wine tasting!Armed with bottles ranging from brilliant £9 bargains to alternatives for wines that can cost hundreds of pounds, Liberty attempts to teach Abbey and Pete everything they need to know about choosing a good bottle, pairing wine with food and, most importantly, how to look like you know what you're doing when the sommelier comes over.The gang discover why cheese can completely change the taste of champagne, whether expensive wine glasses actually make a difference and the sneaky trick that can make your £9 bottle look considerably more impressive when you have guests round. Liberty also reveals why you shouldn't always go for the biggest name on the wine list and why a great bottle doesn't necessarily need to cost a fortune.Things inevitably become slightly less educational as the tasting continues, with Pete forgetting one of the fundamental rules of wine tasting, Abbey admitting she is officially “battered” and the trio debating everything from wine hangovers and £500 restaurant bottles to whether putting ice in your wine is ever acceptable.There's plenty of food along the way too, as Liberty shares some simple tips for entertaining at home before Abbey and Pete crown their favourite wines of the day – assuming they can still remember what they've tried!If you want to submit an Agony Ab to the podcast - hit the link belowhttps://docs.google.com/forms/d/1rAKDST4HU_8al_aWpOlys3TRJrWvDV-84piVdlOOjU4/edit00:00 Introduction01:15 The Wine Tasting Begins02:34 Abbey's Favourite Drink04:15 The Perfect Wine & Food Pairing06:22 Pete Takes On The Red Wine07:08 How To Look Like A Wine Expert08:35 The £15 Wine Bargain10:00 Simple Food For Entertaining11:10 The £9 Italian Wine13:01 Why Restaurant Wine Costs So Much15:00 How To Make Cheap Wine Look Expensive15:42 The Truth About Wine Hangovers17:35 The £500 Bottle Problem18:00 Liberty's Superstar Red Wine20:38 The Tasting Starts To Take Its Toll21:03 Pete's Wine Tasting Technique21:40 How To Spot An Expensive Bottle24:03 “Christmas In A Glass”25:27 The Perfect Wine Night At Home26:29 Do Expensive Glasses Matter?28:08 “I Am Battered”29:42 Should You Put Ice In Wine?31:19 The Perfect Wine Pairing31:43 Abbey & Pete Pick Their WinnersTo contact us:Email: thetherapycrouch@gmail.comInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/thetherapycrouchpodcast/TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@thetherapycrouchWebsite: https://thetherapycrouch.com/For more from Peterhttps://twitter.com/petercrouchFor more from Abbeyhttps://www.instagram.com/abbeyclancyOur clips channelhttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZntcv96YhN8IvMAKsz4Dbg Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Steve, Miss Beka Sue, Adam, Luke & Justine talk about a weird offshoot of saving too many "special" bottles in your collection. TBD music by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com).   Important Links: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theabvnetwork Our Events Page: bourbonpalooza.com Check us out at: abvnetwork.com. The ABV Barrel Shop: abvbarrelshop.com   Join the revolution by adding #ABVNetworkCrew to your profile on social media.

Welcome to another exciting episode of the People of Packaging Podcast! Adam Peek sits down with Kevin Selvy, Founder and CEO of Bôm Dia, to unpack the wild, 3.5-year journey of bringing Brazilian sparkling wine to North America in both screen-printed bottles and portable cans. Bom Dia's packaging design is almost as good as the sparkling wine!Key Takeaways & Highlights* From Finance to Fermentation: How Kevin transitioned from stock trading in Europe to brewing, winemaking, and mastering beverage packaging.* The “Two Hardest Things”: Why carbonation and cardboard are hands-down the toughest hurdles in the industry.* Cracking the Brazilian Bubble: Brazil is a top 10 sparkling wine producer globally, yet Bôm Dia became the very first canned wine exported out of the country.* Bottles vs. Cans Science: How Kevin re-engineered the fermentation process so the wine tastes identical whether popped from a glass bottle or cracked open from a slim can.* Ditching Paper Labels: Why Bôm Dia opted for direct screen-printed glass to avoid peeling, bubbling, and label headaches during humid ocean freight transit.* Mid-Ocean Curveballs: What it was like getting hit with a surprise 50% import tariff while shipment containers were literally floating on the water in month two of business.* Creative Details That Pop: From jaguar wire cages on the corks to custom-shaped barcodes inspired by a cider can from an African road trip, proving even UPCs can be creative.Connect with Bôm Dia* Website: bomdiabubbles.comConnect with Adam Peek* LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/adampeek* TikTok: @thelabelking This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit encase.substack.com

Planning your baby registry can seem a bit overwhelming. If you're planning to breastfeed your baby, you may still want to add baby bottles to your list. How do you know what bottle is best for your baby? What should you know about the bottle size, style and the type of nipple? And what about all those baby bottle accessories? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Whiskey: Pendleton Original Canadian Whiskey   Topic: Those who discipled us + Top bottles; A quick look back at the top reviewed whiskeys while we give a shout out to the men who have discipled us along the way. For a complete listing of our reviews, check out our Substack: Manhood Neat Podcast   Follow us on all your podcast platforms and: Instagram: @manhoodneat X: Manhood Neat (@ManhoodNeat) / X Youtube: Manhood, Neat Podcast - YouTube Reach out: manhood.neat@gmail.com

I met Stetson years ago. Orange wine was not a thing. But he was making it a thing. I was intrigued by his commitment to the sector and the develpment of Georgian wine in the US, particularly in Los Angeles. Bringing Stetson Robbins onto this show is like popping the cork on a bottle you've never heard of, from a country you can barely pronounce, and finding it's the most fascinating taste you didn't know you craved. Forget everything you thought you knew about wine, because this conversation isn't about chasing the next California cab or French pinot—this is about tracking the wild, unfiltered edge of the wine world through the forgotten vineyards of Eastern Europe, where tradition, culture, and rebellion ferment side by side. The conversation focused on peeling away the comfort (and sometimes the snobbery) of the usual wine stories and diving deep into what it means for a wine to actually taste like where it's from—right down to the hands, palates, and histories of the people making it. One concept discussed was the big secret of "terroir"—not just dirt, weather, or latitude, but the food, the local tradition, and even the pressures of the market itself. These are wines born not just from grapevines, but from migration, resistance, and centuries of culinary survival. You'll learn how post-Soviet countries like Slovenia, Croatia, and Georgia have turned their backs on cookie-cutter commercial varietals, instead resurrecting their own native grapes and bringing ancient techniques—like wild fermentation in massive underground clay qvevris—right to the glasses of skeptical sommeliers and thirsty Brooklynites alike. A key theme that emerged was that true winemaking is messy, unpredictable, and profoundly human. The discussion explored not only what orange wine actually is (spoiler: it's not fruit salad in a glass), but why it's shaking up wine scenes from coast to coast, frustrating purists and delighting experimenters. Several points were raised, including how even the act of importing these bottles is a full-throttle exercise in grit, luck, and sometimes chaos. This episode will have you questioning everything you thought made a good wine—and craving an adventure, not just a drink.

Portland entrepreneur Mark Maher says it was around March 2025 when he and his family got to experience firsthand the thrill of smashing ceramic plates, glass vases, TVs and other electronic devices. That experience took place at a friend’s rage room in Boise, Idaho, where customers book sessions to don goggles, gloves and other safety equipment to obliterate objects in a controlled, safe environment.    Soon after, Maher opened Rage Room Portland, which celebrated its one-year anniversary this month by opening its second location inside Stickmen Brewing Company in Tualatin.      Business is also booming at OutRaged Rage Room, which opened in Vancouver in 2019. Owner Tera Gale says her three themed rage rooms are usually booked back to back on the weekends, with individuals or groups of up to 15 people paying to smash not only electronics and glassware but also personal objects they might find cathartic to destroy, such as a wedding dress from a failed marriage.    Gale and Maher join us to share what they think is behind the appeal of rage rooms, where the adage, “you break it, you buy it,” is taking on new meaning.  

Lindsay Clancy, the 34-year-old Duxbury, Massachusetts mother accused of strangling her three children — 5-year-old Cora, 3-year-old Dawson, and 7-month-old Callan — with exercise resistance bands inside the family's Summer Street home on January 24, 2023, is on trial for three counts of murder and three counts of strangulation. She's pleaded not guilty. Her attorney, Kevin Reddington, is arguing insanity — severe postpartum psychosis, made worse, he says, by psychiatric overmedication.Today moved fast, and not because the details got smaller. Clancy stipulated to a batch of facts — the kind of move that saves the prosecution from parading witness after witness just to establish a chain of evidence nobody's actually disputing. Efficient. Doesn't mean easy to sit through.Dr. Cristina Carpio, a general surgeon at South Shore Hospital, testified about treating Clancy for the fall and the spinal injury that followed — the injury that's left her paralyzed from the waist down. Then Massachusetts State Trooper Joseph Rabbitt took the stand and walked the jury through what investigators found in the kitchen that night: medication bottles. Multiple. He testified that Patrick Clancy brought additional bottles into the house in February — and detailed exactly how much medication was left in each one when police counted.That's not background noise. That's the defense's whole architecture, one pill bottle at a time.Patrick Clancy was out running errands when it happened. He's since relocated to Manhattan and spoken to The New Yorker about his wife's mental health. The trial continues in Plymouth Superior Court, expected to run several more weeks.LinksJoin Our SubStack For AD-FREE ADVANCE EPISODES & EXTRAS!: https://hiddenkillers.substack.com/Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8-vxmbhTxxG10sO1izODJg?sub_confirmation=1Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspodX Twitter https://x.com/TrueCrimePodThis publication contains commentary and opinion based on publicly available information. All individuals are presumed innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Nothing published here should be taken as a statement of fact, health or legal advice.#LindsayClancy #DuxburyTragedy #PostpartumPsychosis #TrueCrime #PlymouthCounty #CoraDawsonCallan #InsanityDefense #KevinReddington #HiddenKillers #Breaking

Lindsay Clancy's murder trial reached its third day of testimony with first responders taking the stand and the jury set to visit the Duxbury home where three children died. But the moment that reshaped the conversation happened earlier in the week — when prosecutors walked nine prescription bottles past the jury and most of them still had pills inside.The defense says Lindsay Clancy was overmedicated by providers who failed her. Patrick Clancy described thirteen different medications, a Seroquel spiral, and a woman who begged for help that never came. But prosecutors want the jury looking at what was still in those bottles.Tony takes on the ten questions this audience cannot stop asking — from the medications to the 911 call to whether the medical system that prescribed those drugs belongs on trial. Everything you wanted to know. No holding back.End Links:Join Our SubStack For AD-FREE ADVANCE EPISODES & EXTRAS!: https://hiddenkillers.substack.com/ Want to comment and watch this podcast as a video? Check out our YouTube Channel. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8-vxmbhTxxG10sO1izODJg?sub_confirmation=1 Instagram https://www.instagram.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Facebook https://www.facebook.com/hiddenkillerspod/ Tik-Tok https://www.tiktok.com/@hiddenkillerspod X Twitter https://x.com/TrueCrimePodDisclaimer:This publication contains commentary and opinion based on publicly available information. All individuals are presumed innocent until proven guilty in a court of law. Nothing published here should be taken as a statement of fact, health or legal advice.Hashtags:#LindsayClancy #PatrickClancy #TrueCrimeToday #TrueCrime #PostpartumPsychosis #InsanityDefense #MurderTrial #PlymouthCourt #ListenerQA #HiddenKillers