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The thing about really getting into wine, as opposed to just drinking the stuff, is that it is addictive. It's more than being able to actually read the wine list and make the snooty waiter look stupid ("you expect me to drink a Fourth Growth Bordeaux that has only been open an hour? Will you be serving that in Dixie cups or will the fine jelly glasses be used?") it's getting a passion for odd labels and small yield vintages. I've already made a note to myself that the 2008 Sonoma wine harvest started early, with smaller yields, so I'm going to be looking for a few bottles just to hold onto once they're released.
But then the damn Chronicle had to print this article. A wine maker who uses tiny terroirs reached by cutting through people's yards? A wine maker who eschews varietal names in favor of obscure in jokes? A wine maker not afraid to fail? Sign me up!
The Scholium Project
Just reading about his methods is enough to make a wine lover shudder with either delight or horror. Or both.
But then the damn Chronicle had to print this article. A wine maker who uses tiny terroirs reached by cutting through people's yards? A wine maker who eschews varietal names in favor of obscure in jokes? A wine maker not afraid to fail? Sign me up!
The Scholium Project
Just reading about his methods is enough to make a wine lover shudder with either delight or horror. Or both.
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