Why, oh why, does everyone seem to need someone to tell them which wine to buy?
Why are the scores so important? Is the consumer who’s afraid to try something new? Is it the retailer who’s afraid to sell someone a wine without some one else’s mark of guarantee? What happened to the good old days, when wine was consumed because people enjoyed that particular flavor or style.
I admit there always was a hierarchy of must buy wines, the just because wines. Because they were ranked in 1855, because the boss always drinks this one, because their father drank that wine, because they drive past it on their vacation route, …
But obsession for scores has yet again inflated them to the point that 88 best buy doesn’t mean much anymore. The words could read as the most stunning, luscious wine, but few people seem to be reading those anymore…
Enough ranting, the best recipe I know of to get over this is to spend days lounging around wine country, hanging out, sipping one wine after another and letting it seep into your system. All of it. The hot rays of sun, the smell of oleander as we meader over to Dry Creek at Nick Goldschmidt’s place, the cool breeze on the top of Pedroncelli’s Ridge Ranch Estate, the gorgeous sunset as we sip Summers Reserve Merlot 2000 and linger over the shadows hitting the pond….
This is to me what wine is all about. It’s not a drive to see which winery spent the most money on a consultant. It’s about the authenticity of a wine that tastes like it came from some place. It’s like those pictures of dogs that resemble their owners. A true wine has enough personality that you can also see & meet the winemaker right through it!
And when I taste the wines again that we sipped throughout our trip, the big smiles of the winemakers come through. A wonderful feel.
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