Monday, April 4, 2011


DF bowtie

It's been looking more and more like spring outside, rain and all. Compounding the misery is the fact that I've been having severe budgeting issues. Just really grim in general. My cellar's been empty for the past 6 weeks - I've never had to live (literally) bottle to bottle like this before. Grim.

Anyways. In my limited time with wine, I've been fortunate enough to taste with winery retail staff, marketing staff, winemakers, and owners. I've learned about wine production, about tasting . . . and how to be diplomatic about wine. Because when you taste in front of the people responsible for bringing them to life, how can you be so pretentious as to pass judgement without careful thought to what comes out of your mouth.

All the winemakers I've met have been extremely humble and honest about their wines. That doesn't excuse the people who presume to judge and generalize wines they've spent all of 2 minutes tasting. And the ones who, sin of sins, score wines in front of producers. Awful, and so disrespectful. So what point am I trying to make? It's important, always, for honesty. At the same time, it's more important to place your ego as a taster in your pocket, and reserve judgement on a wine until you have a deeper understanding of what they are. And this is not something that can be achieved in a single tasting.

There are certain people who've taken flimsy wine courses at flimsier institutions who dismiss other (younger) tasters as not understanding wine because you haven't even lived yet. Talking out the ass aside, let's all take a step back from the fake bravado and really think about how deep and meaningful our understanding of wine is. And if I ever meet this tool, I'll shove a bottle of whatever S. American junk he likes so high and tight up his ass he's going to have to open his mouth to pour a glass. With a smile of course. One tries to stay a gentleman.


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