Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Sales 101
I used this image in place of the descriptors on a presentation sheet for a very important tasting tomorrow (well, at this point, today):
I'm pretty confident it will pay dividends. While I don't necessarily always like to "dumb down" wines that deserve some respect, I really think the people tasting know what they're doing, and there's no benefit to saying that the wine has, "whispers of ripe-to-underripe Israeli persimmon, with masculine undertones of femininity carrying through the tart lychee-blossomed finish."
Of course, that's exactly what I smelled and tasted on the wine, and then visions of this creature materialized. So, it's pretty much a slam dunk.
That's how you do it. That's how you sell wine.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Stuff I Missed...
'Twasn't the most verbose year in Suburban Wino history. Those who know what I've been up to the past year understand why I wasn't left with gobs of time to sit in front of the computer and painstakingly craft (mostly) coherent posts. However, that doesn't mean that this year was devoid of exciting and interesting happenings in the world of wine. More accurately, in MY world of wine. Sure, it's less relevant to the general wine-drinking public, but I've got an ego that needs to be stroked, so we're gonna talk about me. Okay, we're not gonna talk about me, per se, but about stuff that I experienced in 2012. Not sure what else to write about. I don't care about what James Suckling or Emilio Estevez experienced, and you shouldn't either. Maybe there's something relevant here after all:
The Wine Business is...
...not at all less glamorous than I expected. I'm not surprised it's tough, because I know the climate and have known the people in it for a while. Now, a grizzled veteran at one year's experience, I have to say that it is (if I may paraphrase Denny Green) "what I thought it was": work. Not a lot of sitting around, drinking wine, visiting exciting locales around the world. More accurately, the wine business is- at least initially- hard, HARD work for very little pay, involving long hours, intense competition, aggression, a parade of disinterested and jaded buyers, and even further disinterested consumers who buy on scores, cute labels, and low prices (the latter, I suspect, perpetuated by the laziness of retailers, distributors, and the consumers themselves). Brushing with a broad stroke here, of course, but wine is held in a much lower regard by so many than one gets swept into believing when dug into the blogging world. In fact, I've had two rather sobering realizations during my short time in the trenches:
- 90% of the wine-consuming public DOES NOT GIVE A DAMN about wine as anything more than a means to get drunk.
- Fear of the unknown and unfamiliar is extraordinarily prevalent in the consumer world of wine-buying, and the comfort of a consistent experience drives buying behavior heavily.
When we are so passionate about something, we tend to not understand why others don't share that passion. We so badly want others to have the epiphany we once did; that "aha" moment when we took a sip of the wine that changed our view of the world forever. But many (most) will never experience that, because they don't have enough desire to allow the experience to occur. Rather than lament those who will never have interest, I've enjoyed the zeal of the other 10%. Those who love wine the way I do, eager novices, seasoned collectors, evangelical buyers, beverage managers, and total nerds... teaching them, learning from them, sharing incredible bottles with them... all of that has been completely satisfying. I can't say I'd have been able to meet those precious few without taking the leap into this endeavor.
...based on summertime visits, at least. They say it's a cold, rainy, miserable place, but I've only experienced Portland and the Willamette Valley twice: June of 2010 and August of 2012. Beautiful, warm, and gloriously unspoiled (the suburbs of Portland don't just seem to bleed and bleed into the country like they do in the massive sprawl of Atlanta). Okay, the beach was cold, but I'm super-pale by nature anyway, and terrified of sharks, so I don't need a hot beach. There is good wine, great beer, lots of fresh produce, seafood, meats, and cheeses. Houses in wine country are cheap. The restaurant options in Portlandia are magical. I got a fried pie filled with macaroni & cheese and bacon from a food truck.
There's and ideal vibe: city living, but small-city living, with wine country and plenty of access to wholesome ingredients for cooking. It just seems right.
Downsides: no NFL team. But I could watch the Falcons at 10 AM and consistent get out of going to church. Perhaps the schools are crappy. Taxes might be bad. Oh, and my wife grew up in Phoenix. That'll be a tough sell...
Former (and current) Atlantans make some wine...
Great to see pals Hardy (former Atlantan) and Matt (aka "Rowdy", current Atlantan) release their first wines. Good stuff will silly labels, and I wish them much success. These two have showered extraordinary generosity upon me in many ways over the past few years, so I am eternally in their corner as they grow a business that is damn stinkin' hard to make thrive.
Also excited for buddy Ed Thralls (former Atlantan) to release his first Pinot Noir from his new label, Thralls Family Cellars. I tasted an early bottling (admittedly, while my palate was not its sharpest), and I expect big things. Likewise, the Thralls have been wonderful and generous to me.
Not necessarily making wine (that I know of), but proud to see another friend- Matt Mauldin (former Atlantan)- working with Joe Davis over at Arcadian in Santa Barbara County. Maybe the seemingly even-keeled Matt can keep Joe in line a bit, but it could be tough.
Happiest Place on Earth?
The EPCOT Food & Wine Festival took the proud tradition of the World Showcase Pub Crawl to new levels. Kiosks are set up in the park, featuring food and drink from not only the 13 countries with permanent outposts, but probably 30 others interspersed. I expected clichéd dishes like "shrimp on the barbie" from the Australian kiosk, but was pleasantly surprised with EPCOT going out on a limb a bit: France, for example, was serving escargots. Can't beat snails-to-go.
Beer was represented heavily, and the wine flowed freely (but not "free" as in the sense that it didn't cost a pretty penny). Many of the wines were the widely-distributed, usual suspects, but gems could be found (Selbach-Oster Spätlese Riesling found deep behind German lines).
The festival runs every November. If you need to erase the haunting jingle of "It's a Small World" from your mind, $200 and 40 drinks can do so quickly. Bring in-laws as a quick fix for babysitting the little one(s).
What about 2013?
No idea what to expect. But I feel the path down which life is taking me is starting to clear, and I think- for the first time in a while- I'm getting my feet beneath me. No matter what happens, to all those who have supported and encouraged me to take an easily ill-advised leap of faith, I sincerely thank you.
Now excuse me while I go stalk Emilio Estevez on Twitter.
There's and ideal vibe: city living, but small-city living, with wine country and plenty of access to wholesome ingredients for cooking. It just seems right.
Downsides: no NFL team. But I could watch the Falcons at 10 AM and consistent get out of going to church. Perhaps the schools are crappy. Taxes might be bad. Oh, and my wife grew up in Phoenix. That'll be a tough sell...
Former (and current) Atlantans make some wine...
Great to see pals Hardy (former Atlantan) and Matt (aka "Rowdy", current Atlantan) release their first wines. Good stuff will silly labels, and I wish them much success. These two have showered extraordinary generosity upon me in many ways over the past few years, so I am eternally in their corner as they grow a business that is damn stinkin' hard to make thrive.
Also excited for buddy Ed Thralls (former Atlantan) to release his first Pinot Noir from his new label, Thralls Family Cellars. I tasted an early bottling (admittedly, while my palate was not its sharpest), and I expect big things. Likewise, the Thralls have been wonderful and generous to me.
Not necessarily making wine (that I know of), but proud to see another friend- Matt Mauldin (former Atlantan)- working with Joe Davis over at Arcadian in Santa Barbara County. Maybe the seemingly even-keeled Matt can keep Joe in line a bit, but it could be tough.
Happiest Place on Earth?
The EPCOT Food & Wine Festival took the proud tradition of the World Showcase Pub Crawl to new levels. Kiosks are set up in the park, featuring food and drink from not only the 13 countries with permanent outposts, but probably 30 others interspersed. I expected clichéd dishes like "shrimp on the barbie" from the Australian kiosk, but was pleasantly surprised with EPCOT going out on a limb a bit: France, for example, was serving escargots. Can't beat snails-to-go.
Beer was represented heavily, and the wine flowed freely (but not "free" as in the sense that it didn't cost a pretty penny). Many of the wines were the widely-distributed, usual suspects, but gems could be found (Selbach-Oster Spätlese Riesling found deep behind German lines).
The festival runs every November. If you need to erase the haunting jingle of "It's a Small World" from your mind, $200 and 40 drinks can do so quickly. Bring in-laws as a quick fix for babysitting the little one(s).
What about 2013?
No idea what to expect. But I feel the path down which life is taking me is starting to clear, and I think- for the first time in a while- I'm getting my feet beneath me. No matter what happens, to all those who have supported and encouraged me to take an easily ill-advised leap of faith, I sincerely thank you.
Now excuse me while I go stalk Emilio Estevez on Twitter.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Well, now what am I going to do?
Perhaps it is hubris for me to assume- post 12:10 GMT- that we are all in the clear. Given the fact that the Mayans had no abacuses, TI-85's, crazy 80's Swatch watches, or even rudimentary search engines like Ask Jeeves!, I suppose they could have been off by a couple hours. As soon as I walk into my favorite local Quik-e-Mart to discover they have, indeed, run out of Tahitian Treat, then I will know that shit is going down and I exhaled far too soon.
But, in the far-more likely scenario that the Mayans- like any myriad doomsday soothsayers- were a bunch of wackadoos, I'm left on this brisk Friday morning with one burning question:
What the hell am I supposed to do now? I had an action-packed day planned of jumping over lava flows, escaping crumbling metropolises with my family in a conveniently hot-wired sports car (daredevil, hair-pin turns aplenty), and smashing zombie heads with whatever blunt-force objects were available.
Not to mention this extensive list of things I always wanted to do before I die:
- Punch the "Napa Know-How" guy in the face.
- Get a giant checkerboard, with one set of checker pieces being McDonald's "Filet-O-Fish" sandwiches, and the other set being Krystal cheeseburgers. Upon jumping over the opponent's checker piece, it is quickly consumed. When you get the other end and are to be "kinged" (since the captured pieces are already consumed), you instead get a high-five from King Curtis.
- Buy several intangible services (like massages and psychiatric evaluation), then ask to return the merchandise for refund, because I "have the receipt, and it hasn't been 90 days since purchase".
- Grow an impressive parsnip garden.
- Jump high in the air, fist pumped to the sky in celebration (as if at the end of a feel-good 80's movie), and have everything freeze-frame.
- Watch an entire episode of the WB's Reba.
- Throw a pizza like a frisbee to be fetched by a life-like robotic dog.
- Live to see if Svedka really is voted the #1 Vodka of 2033.
- Go to jail, and then when the biggest, baddest guy in the prison asks me to be his bitch, I slap him in the face with a fresh, dolphin-safe tuna, then yell "beep beep" and speed out of there like the Roadrunner.
- Finally finish that last, tearjerking chapter of Jesse Ventura's I Ain't Got Time to Bleed.
- Watch all the 2-D movies in existence while wearing 3-D glasses.
- Eat an entire, live pig in the manner a python would.
Well, I guess I can still do all this stuff. But, in the proud tradition of procrastination and regret, I suppose I will wait until the next doomsday prophecy.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Structure (one of many words those in the wine world take for granted)
There aren't many questions I cannot answer confidently when talking wine with a crowd of eager enthusiasts. Not that I'm the alpha-male of wine knowledge. Far from it. In fact, like any obsessive endeavor one jumps into, I've learned only how much I know I don't know, and the rabbit-holes of viticulture and oenology go on and on and on. Like the game of golf, or the world of Pokemon, wine expertise surely takes a lifetime to master.
That said, I think I can hold my own. So, when I really can't answer a question well, a need to investigate the subject-matter is ignited. One such instance occurred when I was presented with this humdinger a couple weeks ago at a tasting event:
"So, when you say this wine has good 'structure', what exactly do you mean?"
I found myself pausing, then coming up with an incongruent rambling, involving mentions of tannin, acidity, and blathering about the wine having "angles" rather than amorphous-ness. Whatever the hell it was, the question was poorly answered, and I probably left a wine lover- yearning for sense in this quagmire- more confused than before.
I guess I just took the concept of Structure in wine for granted. In the lexicon of the wine peddler/blogger/advocate/enthusiast, structure is just something we seem to know. Wines have it, or they don't. While generally regarded as a positive quality, digging into the "why" lends explanation. It wasn't until I came across an article from Wine Spectator's Matt Kramer (who is pretty much the only guy I care to read in that fish-wrapper) that things started to delineate for me.
The easy (and- according the Kramer- false) explanation of structure insinuates that a wine with lots of tannin has "good" structure. However, tannin is only one piece of the puzzle.
Let's think of wines as buildings. A straw hut, a teepee, a sand castle... none of these will hold up over time. However, an edifice built on a good foundation, with good materials and craftsmanship, can stand the test of time. Or huffing, puffing wolves, should you be a little piggy.
So, when considering that angle, a "structured" wine is a wine that tastes as if it has the ability to age. This could mean a wine has ample tannin, but the insinuation that tannin is necessary falls flat when we consider that many white wines are built to age (as tannins come from the skins, seeds, and stems of the vine, and- often to a lesser extent- the wood vessel in which many wines are aged). However, many age-worthy whites (fine German Rieslings comes to mind) spend little-to-no time on the skins, and never see the inside of a barrel. How, then, can they be structured; a concept determined necessary to cellar for long periods of time?
Rather, a combination of grape tannin, wood tannin, acidity (in the case of the aforementioned Riesling), residual sugar, alcohol, and phenolic ripeness comes together to provide the foundation for a wine. Sure, tannins act as preservatives, but so does ample acidity, sugar, and alcohol. When all these elements are in harmony, a wine is said to have good "balance".
To this end, "balanced" wines are "structured" wines, right? Well... not necessarily. With good reason, you probably want to punch me right now.
I've tasted excellently balanced wines that should not be aged. They drink at their peak in youth. Sticking to my guns, I cannot say that those wines are necessarily "structured", but they are "balanced". Good New Zealand Sauvignon Blancs, many Beaujolais, and plenty of California wines fall into this category (to my tastes, anyway).
After distilling the information, here is the best way I can explain structure:
- Structure in wine- like a properly constructed building- is the foundation of elements within that will allow the wine to age elegantly over time.
- Some element of preservative- whether tannin, acidity, alcohol (in the case of fortified wines), sugar, or a combination of all- needs be present in good quantity for a wine to age.
- Structured wines should be balanced (or taste as if they will come into balance with age), but balanced wines need not necessarily to be structured.
With practice (meaning, tasting a lot of wine), one will be able to better understand if a young wine has the elements necessary to age well. This practical application should to a better understanding of structure. Especially since your palate is different from mine, or anyone else's.
Heaven knows that exercise will be more helpful than this sub-par attempt at explanation.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
The Taco that Launched A Thousand Insults
I predict that, not since the bitter feud of the mid-90's between California's Death Row Records and New York's Bad Boy Records, there will be such a vicious and visceral divide among the two coasts for a long time.
Forget Giants/49ers... amateur hour.
Real Housewives of Orange County sparring with Real Housewives of New Jersey? Please.
This one is between the 'burbs of Atlanta and the backwoods outside of Portland, Oregon. And it was all started over a taco.
Let me say, before I bury my claws, that I find Beau Carufel (head honcho at Beau's Barrel Room) to be a genuinely nice fellow. He's a diligent and well-respected wine blogger, a true wine lover, and, up until recently, I would dare say I considered him a friendly acquaintance amidst the sea of wine writers and bloggers.
Now, I'm not one to get offended by people regurgitating vapid political beliefs on Facebook. I don't mind when Betsy's 13th adorable child is born, and Betsy has to post 500 pics of the actual birth on Facebook, which get pushed to the forefront of my timeline, because 6000 other wives with 13 children have to comment with, "OMG! OHHHHH. SO CUTE!!!!! :) :)".
Profanity, crude jokes, pictures of bacon, and even MEMEs (pushing it, MEMEs) are tolerable. But, earlier this week, there was a particular update from the charlatan in question that set me off:
Oh, shit. Ring the bell. The "taco" bell, if you will.
Typical left-coast, weak-stomached whining, Beau. For a guy originally from Long Island (or New Jersey, or somewhere up there), I can't believe how soft you've become.
First off, Taco Bell is awesome. I ate two 99¢ Chicken Burritos last night, and then measured my biceps this morning, and I'm pretty sure they grew like 4". Granted, I've never measured them before, but it really happened. Furthermore, I'd been sipping on Txakolina Roja, Sancerre, Bugey, and Grower Champagne prior to my meal... obscure, European wines built to go with food. Know what I wanted to eat after sipping on all these exciting, subtle, elegant European wines? Taco Bell. Food and wine DO go together, you know. 700 million Europeans and centuries of proud winemaking tradition can't be wrong. But you, smugly, seem to think the contrary.
And, the money I saved on these delicious, affordable burritos, left me extra to spurge on a Beef Mexi-melt. Culinary symphony, the mexi-melt. And not just on the East Coast (ain't that right, Samantha Dugan?). Yeah, I know the dreadlocked trust-funder hocking you $9 burritos at the Forest Grove Tuesday Farmers' Market says they're made from heavily-petted, hand-massaged, free-range organic heirloom-breed chickens. But you and I both know he spent all his money trying to score weed from the local marionberry farmer, and bought his chicken at the same supermarket, from the same vendor who supplies Taco Bell.
But I digress. Let's step back and dissect your hollow witch-hunt against Eat This, Not That's second favorite fast food mecca, where two distinct errors in judgement stick out like a mild Border Sauce packet among a fistful of Fire Sauce:
1) Ordering plain, hard shell tacos is a rookie mistake. At least get the Doritos® Locos™ taco. Or a taco supreme, brimming with dairy-fresh sour cream and off-the-vine tomatoes. But, you went with plain tacos. Hey, a lot of people order vanilla ice cream at Baskin-Robbins. And they're boring as hell.
2) You ordered a "couple" of tacos. I assume that to be two items. Unless you're digging into the glorious monstrosity that is Chef Lorena Garcia's Cantina Bell™ burrito, then two items is the order of a waif runway model. And you, sir, are not that waif.
Or, is it as simple as you hating Johnny Cash? That's downright un-American.
In summation, I guess some folks just lack the DNA to Live Más. But don't shove it in my face. The great thing about America is choice. Keep your anti-awesome and nourishing taco agenda to yourself, sir.
I will continue making runs to the Border.
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