I am by no means a wine expert. I’m not even a Sommelier, although I’ve pretended to be several times before. I’m just a wine-loving enthusiast.
For the past decade, I’ve worked in the hospitality industry. My work enabled me to work at top dining establishments’ whose Sommeliers and F&B managers I became close friends with—they were the purveyors of alcohol-related things after all, it seemed apropos.
Right at the time I hit the legal age to drink I was already enjoying highly rated wines, and late vintages (heck even understanding what wine vintage meant). I was constantly inundated with new varietals, wine regions, wine pairings, and so much more—and it was all a part of my job. I willingly obliged in wine tastings; carefully noting the verbiage and mannerisms those wiser than me expressed. I mimicked their taste descriptions on wine…fake it until you make it, right?
After all, my first real experience in wine (besides whatever wine my church used for communion) was regretfully a boxed Carlos Rossi Chablis. The libations of that evening highly honored the porcelain gods. It gave me great confidence to have come from such humble wine beginnings, especially on the day I got to taste one of the most delicious wines my lips have ever met–Chateauneuf-du-Pape. At the ripe age of 22, my limited palette was cleansed and exorcised, and so befittingly by the Pope’s wine.
After such a spiritual event in wine, I began to develop my own taste and descriptions for wine. I constantly absorbed more information about wine and wine-related info. It seems the more wine varieties I drank the drunker I became–with knowledge, of course. Each and every wine had its own story just waiting to be told.
From where the wine was produced, to where the grape was grown, and by who the grape was grown—the various elements required to produce a beverage so harmonious and delightful, it’s kind of difficult to conceive that wine couldn’t have come from anywhere else but the heavens. Fortunately for us, it’s a man-made convention that makes me believe in miracles more and more each day.
I became so interested in wine that I began to incorporate wineries and vineyards to many of my travels. I’ve been to parts of Napa, Southern California boutique wineries, Mexican wineries (yes, there’s a winery there), and Canadian wineries. My ultimate dream/goal is to visit Southern France (heck, any part of Europe—or the world, for that matter). But I’d really love to go to Chateau La Nerthe and whisper many sweet “thank-you’s” to the delicate and beautiful grapes grown there all while inebriating myself on their fermented cousins (I have a sick sense-of-humor).
I’ve also joined a few wine clubs, and have enjoyed numerous bottles since my first introduction to wine. And as I have stated before, I am not a wine professional by any means, not even a wine connoisseur. I simply enjoy wine more than most, and I like gabbing people’s ear off when I’ve had a couple of glasses. I’ve been lucky enough to taste fine wines, and even luckier to have found super tasty cheap wines.
My passion for talking about wine has even led me to give a handful of speeches to willing audiences (NBD). I’m extremely enthusiastic to share my journey through wine with anyone who’ll listen—or in this case, read. I’ve been even more fortunate to have found someone who can tolerate my ridiculous humor and also shares an insatiable thirst for more wine.
I’m extremely enthusiastic to share my journey through wine someone, anyone, who’ll listen—or in this case, read. I’ve been even more fortunate to have found someone who can tolerate my ridiculous humor and also shares an insatiable thirst for more wine.
So if you’re looking for unconventional wine reviews and cheesy rants, then get comfy at the Chateauneuf-du-Kat.