A Little Story About How the World’s Greatest Cabernet Franc Changed My Life

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My wines lined up with my hero wines, including Clos Roche Blanche and Clos Rougeard

When I was new to the wine business – nearly twenty years ago (gasp!) – I worked for a distributor in Washington, DC.  We sold a portfolio of incredible wines from all around the world.  We also happened to sell the wines of New York wine importer Louis/Dressner Selections.  The wine company was founded in the early 1990s by Joe Dressner and his wife, Denyse Louis.   They championed wines from France’s Loire Valley and Beaujolais regions.

If not for Joe Dressner I doubt I’d still be in the wine business.

I was very green when I first started slinging wine.  But I was a fast learner.  I’d watch the seasoned wine guys in suits, who loved to show how much they knew about wine, running their gums ad nauseam to wine buyers all over the city.  Which translated, to me, to just memorize wine information sheets about a wine’s origins, maker, technical information and so on.  That would help me get the placement.  Or so I thought.

When I would listen in, these sales guys would mostly talk about what they liked about the wine, what they tasted and smelled, what they thought of the wine.  They weren’t sharing any helpful wine information at all.

This got me very nervous.  I felt reluctant to share my personal tasting evaluations and thoughts regarding the wines I had to sell.  We had hundreds of labels in our book – I hadn’t yet tasted them all!  How would I possibly sell them based on my experience with them when I had no experience with most of these wines?

It wasn’t clear to me, yet, what method would actually help me sell wine:  regurgitate a bunch of wine facts or dish out my opinions.

I started working in wine at an interesting time.  In the late 1990’s and early 2000’s there weren’t very many women sales reps beating the pavement in DC.  The few that were around were mostly middle-aged and looked a bit beaten down – you could see in the burgeoning lines in their faces that they had to do this the hard way.  Not the “old boys network” way.  Harder.  They had to earn respect in a painful way that the young Gallo boys would never have to.  This era was ripe in nepotism and cronyism – and building young men to be the next wine industry champions.

The other type of woman in the market was the young, skinny girl with giant breast implants that went from selling Budweiser to selling cheap “grocery store” wines to restaurant accounts.  They were called the Budweiser Girls.  They were not hired for their wine knowledge or expertise.

When I first started out in the wine business I was very aware that I was a unicorn.

I was young, conservatively dressed and thirsty to learn about wine.  I went to all of my accounts early and waited.  I would have to wait for hours for some of my buyers to see me.  Sometimes, after waiting a couple of hours, the buyers would tell me they were too busy and told me to come back the following week.  So I would.  This would go on for weeks.  Months, even.  I didn’t have a clue that I should just give up.  I naively thought this was the initiation process of being a new sales rep.  In some cases this was true.  But then I’d see new guys in neckties wait it out for a couple weeks and then they’d eventually get their big break in front of the buyer.  Just like that – they were in.

It was clear that I wasn’t going to move to the head of the line or get anywhere with many of these buyers.  Skinny French guys with long ponytails and suited Gallo types seemed to run the town.

Instead, I had to worry about whether or not I was showing enough boob.  I wish I was kidding.  I was young and a graduate of a woman’s college, which meant I was a feminist, which was kind of a dirty word even in the early 2000s!  I wasn’t about to show any of these dirty old sons of bitches (sorry, mom!) cleavage.  There had to be another way.  I don’t even want to get into the tragedy of how I had to sit on one of my buyer’s lap every Wednesday at 3:00 p.m. in order to take his weekly wine order while the French ponytails and Gallo boys would snicker.  I would retreat into my car and cry.   I wish I was making this up.

I had sales goals that I had to meet each month and I was nowhere near my numbers.  I was legitimately worried that low cut blouses were my only way in.  I didn’t own any and loathed the thought of spending money, the little I had, on low cut blouses that weren’t my style.  So, to my demise, I refused to expose my peaks and valley and kept dressing like a chic librarian.  I continued to struggle to show wine to many of the buyers on my route.

Part of the job of a wine sales rep is to host suppliers (ie. a winery sales rep or an importer) for a day’s work.  The industry calls this a “ride with” or “work with”.  You pick up the supplier in your car and then you take them to scheduled appointments at your accounts.  The supplier shows the wine and hopefully makes placements on your on-premise customer’s wine lists or on your off-premise customer’s shelves.  You politely make introductions, pour the wine, then let them work their magic.  Work withs can be great if you can schedule a full day.  If you get a last minute work with, it’s a nightmare.  The supplier expects a full day with your top accounts and often you have to scramble to get at least a couple decent appointments secured.  It can be very stressful.

I had my first supplier “work with” with Joe Dressner in the spring of 2002.  I had enough top accounts that would allow me to schedule a full work day of appointments.  Luckily my boss gave me plenty of time to book solid appointments.  Truthfully, the accounts didn’t give a rat’s ass about me.  They all wanted face time with Joe.  At the time, I had no idea how cultish and amazing most of his wines were.  I was just happy to get confirmed appointments!

I picked up Mr. Dressner in my Honda Civic.  I was ten minutes early.  He was waiting for me which made me feel like I was fifteen minutes late.  When he got into my car he looked like a stern English Professor about to quiz me on Keats, Shelley, Tennyson and Pound.  I was intimidated.  In his New York manner, he looked at me with indifference and said, holding up a bottle of wine with an indistinct white label, “if you can’t sell Cazin in every account today, you have no business in the wine business.”

And that was the start of our day.  I felt sick.

What I soon learned was one of the most important lessons of my career in wine:  you pour the wine and then you shut up.

I would respectfully pour samples of wine in the buyer’s glass and wait to see what Joe was going to do.  At the fist appointment he chit chatted about some guy he knew in France who the buyer knew and they laughed about the guy’s horribly mismatched toupee or something like that and then got very serious about the said guy’s wife who had recently passed away from cancer and how the son didn’t want anything to do with the vineyard and what a shame it all was and how the said toupee guy would likely sell.  In that exchange wine was poured and Joe neither regurgitated a bunch of wine facts nor did he dish out one opinion.

They returned to the wine in the glass, which had nothing to do with the toupee guy.  The buyer ordered three cases of Cazin Cheverny.

It was a similar story in each account we visited that day.  Joe would strike up some conversation about something else and he’d let the buyers share their knowledge about the wines and then dish out their opinions with very detailed tasting notes.

That was the a-ha moment:  let the buyer be the expert he or she is and the buyer will buy.  

It was that simple.  If the wine was very good, as these wines were, they spoke for themselves.  The wine buyers typically knew everything under the Tuscan sun about  iconic and esoteric wines, they built their programs on being able to share quality treasures with their customers.

Distribution sales reps too often make the mistake of trying to tell the expert what the expert should already know.  Every now and again I’d bring a wine that a buyer wasn’t familiar with and, still, I would refrain from over-sharing.  I’d let the buyer taste and ask the questions and I was prepared to answer in short and concise sentences.  I never offered an opinion but asked the buyer what he or she thought of the wine.  That was part of my education – because I learned a lot about wine from these long-time old school buyers.  Yeah, you pour the wine and then shut up and listen.

And that was how I learned to kill it as a wine sales rep.  I passed the French ponytails and Gallo boys in line and started selling wine like a boss.  I guess I have Joe Dressner to thank for that, for helping me keep my job!  And I never had to waste my money on low cut blouses!  So I got to keep my dignity after all.

The Louis/Dressner wines were my everything.  We had so many wonderful brands to sell in our book.  But I always found myself playing favoritism.  Because these wines spoke for themselves.  I was most captivated by Clos Rougeard and Clos Roche Blanche.

It’s sad.  All these years later, the two Louis/Dressner wines that not only shaped my career but helped inspire my own wine label are no longer in production.  And in 2011, the year I made my very first wine from Cabernet Franc, Joe passed away.

I remember him telling me that Clos Rougeard was arguably the greatest Cabernet Franc ever produced.  It was a cult classic.  Tiny production.  Two brothers.  And I had the privilege to sell those wines in a very important food and wine city.  How lucky for me. And what an education!

I’m looking outside of my window now, here in Oregon, years and miles away from Washington, DC.  The trees are nearly bare with lingering red, gold and brown leaves.  My fermentations are nearly complete and I will soon press off the Cabernet Franc, Malbec and Gamay grapes.

It’s quite something to consider where I’ve arrived since my days of worrying about whether or not I was showing enough cleavage to sell wine to an older wine institution in our nation’s capitol.  Many subsequent years of sales, marketing and cellar work have positioned me to make my own wine.  For me, it was always about Cabernet Franc.

My “Loiregon” wines tell the story as best as they can.  Oregon is a different place than France.  But we can make connections.  When I talk about the subduction off of the Oregon coast that took place 250 million years ago and left behind in Southern Oregon a treasure trove of ocean bottom material, including blueschist rock, ancient marine fossils and mollusk shells, and the largest fan of high grade limestone in the state – you can make connections to that of the Loire Valley that was under a tidal basin 100 million years ago.  You can deduce why the same grape varieties thrive in these similar soil series.   You can feel why these wines might be kindred spirits or even kissing cousins!

I chose Cabernet Franc from Southern Oregon because the best Cabernet Franc in North America grows in these soils.  I believe arriving in Oregon was my calling.  My father is from Oregon.  I have roots here.  My Nordic family arrived in the wild west as farmers and makers.  Sometimes we get pulled far from our roots and part the process of healing our ancestral wounds is simply returning home.

If Clos Rougeard was arguably the best Cabernet Franc wine ever produced, perhaps there’s a chance I can make something special, too.  I would never claim to make the best Cab Franc anywhere.  But I am not just making wine for the fun of it.  I’m not interested in any “rock star” status, in fact, I tend to hide in my comfortable shell from public wine tastings and spotlights.   I do believe I have my work cut out for me and I’m determined to make a statement, even if in my own introverted way.

I chose the name “Clos Rogue Valley” for my reserve Cabernet Franc.  It was a kind of  respectful nod to the Foucault brothers, the founders of Clos Rougeard.  I love puns and word play and look how beautifully the word Rogue plays on the eyes alongside Rougeard.


There are many stories in the pipeline I’ll eventually tell about making Caberent Franc.

This memory piece is about how I learned how to sell wine and that it didn’t require me to lose my dignity by showing my assets in a time that expected me to do just that – and how this was connected to certain wines from the Loire Valley that changed my life.

That said…

I wonder what Joe would have thought of my wines.  I would like to think that he would have approved of my decision to focus on Southern Oregon Cabernet Franc.  I sometimes think about sending his wife a bottle.  She doesn’t know me.  There were so many sales reps selling their wines over the years.  If she were to come across this post, I would want her to know how much respect and gratitude I have for her family’s business.  As far as I know, Joe could have thought I was just another idiot sales rep he had to go along with for a work with.  I never even asked if I passed the Cazin test!  LOL.  I didn’t really sell a single bottle of wine that day – the wine sold itself!  I’m assuming that was Joe’s humor to lighten the pressure of working with a supplier.  I didn’t know him well enough after one work with to know his humor.  But I do get a good laugh out of wondering…




A Mutha of a Vintage


There is a gentle humility that comes with expecting and then delivering a baby.  Something intrinsic in your wiring switches and your life is no longer all about you.

Motherhood literally changes the brain.  There is plenty of research demonstrating how having children – even childbirth itself – changes a woman’s brain.  Did you know that after giving birth the brain actually grows?

There’s no question for me how important the prenatal experience was for my child’s early development.  Pregnancy did not happen without some external intensity for me – and, really, that was regarding my work.

I could not abandon ship during the most critical season – harvest.  I had to figure out how to see the 2018 vintage through while carrying my son in the second and third trimester, and miraculously get the white and rosé wines bottled weeks after giving birth while struggling through a difficult and painful recovery.

It wasn’t easy.  To be honest, it’s been a mother of a struggle.

Five months postpartum – and I have to maintain barrels of red wine, prepare for bottling the red wines, and prepare for the 2019 harvest.  My brain is narrowly focused on one thing – my son.

I don’t understand how any mother can return to a full time job during the first 6 months postpartum.  I am one of the lucky ones.  Being an entrepreneur means I create my own schedule – to a point.  As a winemaker, the seasonality of my work drives my schedule.

My brain is still fixated on the track of mothering.  It is a full time job – and then some.  Work-life balance is a challenge.  As an entrepreneur the business never really shuts down for you.  You have to create healthy boundaries to ensure you stay in business, that you are engaging and taking care of your customers, and, of course, keeping the process of production on schedule.

I was a little late in the game with bottling and releasing my white and rosé wines this year – with good reason.  Still, it made it more challenging for me to release and sell these important wines.  I am relying on my distribution partners to see the benefit in a later release with aromatic and rich Sauvignon Blanc and bone dry, savory rosé.  Truth be told, the 2017 vintage wines that are still out in the market are really tasting amazing at this time.  Holding off a little on releasing the 2018 vintage only means the wines will evolve and taste better with a little extra bottle age.  This is a good thing!

Still, bills need to get paid.  A delay in releasing and selling these wines means a delay in bringing in capital to pay for our production costs.  The dance between production schedule and related costs against sales schedule and bringing in capital for the business is complicated and stressful.  It never pans out just right and I’m constantly squirming to pay our bills on time.

This is stressful as a business owner.  Add pregnancy and motherhood to the mix – it’s pretty daunting and emotionally draining.

Something has to give.  And it’s not going to be at the detriment of my son.   I work hard to produce world class wine.  I’m confident that I am making among the best expressions of Cabernet Franc wines available anywhere.  But making wine is no longer my first priority.

I am taking some of the pressure off of me to perform perfectly.  2018 will be an exceptional vintage, I am certain.  But, I am awaiting a major learning point here.  I relinquished some of my obsessive tendencies regarding winemaking to care for myself and my son during this precious time.  I called on some help to see things through in the cellar.  I hired a part-time employee to do some basic cellar work for me – like washing tanks and topping barrels.  My husband came to the rescue a few times to check on and top barrels and to clean up our cellar space.

This is a big deal because for the past eight years I have performed pretty much every bit of the work load by myself.  It’s been an important lesson to let that go and get help, as needed.

To be a creator or a maker… and to follow a disciplined schedule… AND to evolve into a new mom – it’s no easy undertaking.  There are a ton of emotional ups and downs.  I even resented my business for quite some time.  I just wasn’t feeling it.  I even lost interest in wine while I grew my baby and began nursing him.

I feel like I owe others a piece of me, via my wine, and it gave me such anxiety as I struggled to work.  This was especially true during the weeks after giving birth when I had to prepare our white and rosé wines for bottling.  I was an emotional wreck.  My body hurt and a part of me didn’t care about what I was doing.

It was my husband who was my greatest cheerleader, who pushed and encouraged me to get things done when I didn’t want to work at all.

I’m coming around.  Working part-time feels right for me right now.  I will need to pull some longer hours in the coming weeks when we prepare our red wines for bottling.  Harvest will require a lot more from me and I hope I am up for the task!  I am currently pulling together a couple of smart, capable people I trust to help me out during the most intense part of the wine production season.

I am asking my kind customers, business partners, friends and family for continued support, patience and understanding.  I always mean to make thoughtful, expressive wines that continue to excite and engage wine lovers.  I am also a new mom trying to find my way.  Some days are harder than others.

Each vintage tells a unique story.

For me, 2018 wasn’t just about the weather, the season of wildfires, the climate and long growing season, the effects of global warming and having scrutiny over the physiology of the grapes coming in after exposure to an ever increasing warming pattern (note:  I write extensively about the effects of global warming on wine grapes, especially regarding the increased population of spoilage microorganisms, like pedioccocus bacteria, that come into the winery on fruit that is sustainably or organically farmed, and how I need to mitigate the start of my fermentations to ensure cleanliness, purification of fruit and eliminating spoilage microbes by creating an environment for healthy fermentations completed by desired saccharomyces cerevisiae yeasts with the goal of reducing byproducts, like biogenic amines, that can taint wine).

The vintage was about all of those things and how I navigated my work while growing my son – enduring many symptoms of pregnancy including edema, Braxton Hicks contractions, and exhaustion.  Even getting the calories I needed via holistic nutrition was challenging – but, I made it a priority.

I don’t know if the 2018 wines will be my best wines or not, but, they will be reflective of the major changes  that came along during my journey as a winemaking mother.  In the coming weeks I will be tasting through barrels and evaluating each lot and making decisions about what will be the final blends.  I am excited to see how these wines will transform over the next few years while I watch my baby grow into a toddler and little boy!















Winter Has Come


I took a hiatus from this blog.  Once I got into the thick of Harvest 2018, while in the second trimester of my first pregnancy, I lost the ability to think outside of the demands of bringing in grapes, processing grapes, fermenting grapes, pressing grapes and putting nascent wine into barrel for winter hibernation.

Winter is my season.  I was born in the midst of an ice storm in Havre de Grace, Maryland in the month of January, after all.  I love snow and staying home to stay warm.  But, this year, as harvest wrapped up and the holidays came along, I felt a sense of melancholy.  This was the first time I had missed spending Christmas with my family – ever.  It’s bad enough that I don’t get to see my family enough.  Missing our family traditions made me feel alienated in our quiet, little farm abode in Newberg, Oregon.  I missed my family.  I missed the Christmas traditions that I looked forward to sharing with my family:  driving through the neighborhood to look at the Christmas lights; the Italian tradition of the feast of the seven fishes on Christmas Eve; Midnight Mass; Danish smørrebrød on Christmas morning; watching my young niece and nephew enjoy the magic and wonder of Christmas morning; enjoying the cozy togetherness, the simple art of hygge (the Danish art of coziness); and going out for the annual holiday movie with my siblings (specifically the blockbuster sequel genres of Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings and Star Wars).

I had to miss going home for the holidays because I was 36 weeks pregnant and unable travel across country by airplane.  And while many friends in my social media circles tried to console me and remind me that I have my own home now and my own family – a doting husband and a baby on the way – I couldn’t shake my winter blues.

While there’s nothing like going home for Christmas, it turns out that my many friends in my social media circles were right.  Traditions can be edited, families grow, and life goes on.  My sweet husband worked hard to ensure my winter – and the holidays – were still warm and cozy.  They were different, but no less special.  We had Christmas Eve dinner with his father, aunt and cousins; we attended Midnight Mass at the beautiful Grotto in Portland; he made us a beautiful Danish smørrebrød on Christmas morning; we quietly opened up gifts that were all for our soon-to-arrive baby; and, on New Year’s Eve we had a magical dinner in and set off crackers that sent brightly colored streamers to adorn our Christmas tree while sipping on Champagne, and then we slow danced to Auld Lang Syne.  It was all perfect.

I got my wonderful winter.  My birthday came along and my husband made a perfect Coq au Vin which we paired with a special bottle of 2011 Clos Roche Blanche Cuvée Pif.  This wine is significant for several reasons.  For one, I made my first wine for my business in the same vintage – 2011.  Clos Roche Blanche was the inspiration for the first red wine I ever made – my Oregon “Tour Rain” Vin Rouge – which is 40% Gamay Noir and 60% Cabernet Franc.  The 2011 CRB was born to go with my husband’s Coq au Vin.  It was nice to finally sip on some wine without repulsion during this pregnancy.  It was like falling in love with wine all over again!

As these annual markers and milestones passed, we were closer to delivering our baby.  On the weekend of our 38th week gestation we decided to take a last minute “babymoon”.  I got the green light from my doctor and we packed up for a much needed respite up on Mt. Hood.  We arrived at our friend’s quaint cabin in the snowy village of Government Camp.  We enjoyed precious time together – just the two of us before becoming three – cooking lovely meals, my husband building the best woodstove fires, playing rounds of gin rummy, snuggling, taking easy walks in the snow, and then snowshoeing a moderate trail for two miles on our last day on the mountain.  I was proud of myself for snowshoeing at 38 weeks pregnant!  It felt wonderful – my joints opened up, the fresh air was like medicine, and the snowfall was a welcome peace.  Our babymoon was winter jubilation.

The following week, I began early labor at home.  Winter had come.

After two days of early labor at home, we checked into the hospital for a light induction.  More than 24 hours later, after active labor followed by 3 hours of pushing, and a baby not passing through the pelvic bone, we were carted into surgery for a C-section.  Our beautiful baby boy was born on January 15th.

For a winemaker, this is the perfect time to have a baby.  The barrels were getting topped, as needed.  And plans for bottling the white wines in March have already been made with minimal work to do beforehand.  My husband was able to take off four weeks from work so that we could create our little fourth trimester cocoon.  We have been cozy at home, our Christmas tree still up (and quite a hit for our newborn’s gazing delight), sleeping, napping, breastfeeding, and eating nourishing, comforting winter foods – rich yellow lentil soup, beef chili, lasagna, baked sweet potatoes, southwest hash browns with farm eggs – our refrigerator and freezer prepped before heading to the hospital.  And, many of our friends in the wine business helped us out with a meal train – bringing restaurant quality foods and groceries to our front door.

We aren’t leaving the house and we aren’t opening up the door for visitors.  We are using this time to nurture and protect our newborn, allowing me to heal from both pushing in active labor and a c-section, and using this time for family bonding.  We are also in the midst of a measles outbreak in the greater Portland / Southwest Washington area – which is causing a bit of panic for many of us with babies under a year old who cannot get vaccinated.  It’s crazy, but suddenly it feels more like 1819 than 2019 with mostly anti vaxxers’ children under the age of 10 getting sick, but, putting babies and immune compromised people in danger.

Sign of the times, I guess.  The world seems crazy!  It is why I take even more comfort in staying home with my husband and baby for a winter hibernation.  It is quiet, healthy and perfect.  I am activated to write more in the few precious moments when I can sit down while the baby is sleeping, sip on some hot tea, and give my patient, sweet cat some attention.  I have a lot on my mind right now – mostly about parenting and processing a traumatic birth and dealing with the physical discomforts that come with healing from childbirth.  So, the blog will reflect what’s going on in my mind.  Eventually, it will turn back to winemaking thoughts and nutrition and living on our sweet farmstead in Oregon wine country.  There’s plenty of time for those things.  We are very much in the moment now, and that reflects mid winter, some solitude and the earliest days of caring for a newborn – with all of its beauty and wonder.  Yes, I got my wonderful winter.





Latest Study on Alcohol Consumption: “The Safest Level of Drinking is None.”

Stop alcohol!

The headlines seem to say it all:

“Alcohol is a global killer, study finds…” 
“No level of alcohol consumption is healthy, scientists say…” 
“No alcohol is the only safe amount of alcohol for you, study says…” 
“Risks of drinking alcohol far outweigh any potential benefits, study authors conclude…”

The study at hand, “Alcohol use and burden for 195 countries and territories, 1990–2016: a systematic analysis for the Global Burden of Disease Study 2016” , was published by The Lancet on August 23rd.

In my many years of academic study, I learned to question your sources.  And, that begins by understanding who funds research.  

When it comes to alcohol studies, the verdict seems to change bi-annually.  For a long time, research concluded positive outcomes from drinking alcohol in moderation.  But, much of that research was funded by alcohol companies.

Wine, in particular, seemed the gold standard of alcohol products for maximum health benefits.  Headlines for over a decade encouraged:

“Wine is healthy…”
“Wine is good for your heart…”
“Ten health benefits of wine…”
“Red wine is full of antioxidants…”
“Raise a glass to your health…”

Red or White Wine is packed with amazing health benefits that includes reducing liver diseases, supporting healthy eyes, protecting the teeth, help in reducing vascular diseases, preventing cancer, regulating cholesterol level, supporting healthy bones, enhancing sleep cycle, preventing cold and flu, beneficial to the skin, controlling weight and improving mental health. (www.naturalfoodseries.com, August 18, 2018).

And, five days later, a study not funded by an alcohol company dropped the bomb.  No amount of alcohol is safe and the risks smash any benefits of consumption.  The headlining study was funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation.

Naturally, I’m curious about the intentions behind the funding entity.  If you dig around online to learn about Bill Gates drinking philosophy, several sources will say Gates does not speak publicly about his views on drinking alcohol, but many close to him have gone on record to say he does not like to drink alcohol very often.

Gates lives in one of the top food and beverage centers in America.  Seattle, Washington is world class in food, wine, craft beer and spirits.

The study concludes:

“The widely held view of the health benefits of alcohol needs revising, particularly as improved methods and analyses continue to show how much alcohol use contributes to global death and disability. Our results show that the safest level of drinking is none. This level is in conflict with most health guidelines, which espouse health benefits associated with consuming up to two drinks per day. Alcohol use contributes to health loss from many causes and exacts its toll across the lifespan, particularly among men. Policies that focus on reducing population-level consumption will be most effective in
reducing the health loss from alcohol use.”

Are we in the wake of a new era of prohibition?  

Postscript:  An article by VOX has since been published and takes a stab at the Lancet study.  The write, Julia Belluz, takes a critical look at “nutritional epidemiology”.  As a nutritionist, I have to agree.  I studied holistic nutrition with the clinical, or western component, centered in functional medicine, along with equal study on Traditional Chinese Medicine.  My education taught me to question studies and to consider the sources, meaning who funded the research.  Nutrition is often a confusing arena to navigate with so much contradictory information tossed around.  There is no one formula that could possibly address every person’s healthcare needs.  We are all bio-individuals with unique biochemistry.  Making blanket statements in the name of science is just wrong – and the Lancet study did just that.

Read the VOX article.