I grew up in a household in which wine drinking was a once in a blue moon event. Even then bottle selection tended to be a case of what was on offer at the supermarket that week. It came as little surprise that I wasn’t all that keen on wine as a child!
It wasn’t until I started at university that I began to drink wine on a more regular basis. Initially the typical student mantra of quantity is king ruled supreme, and, quite frankly whether the wine was red, white or somewhere in-between was of little concern to me, so long as the %ABV was high and taste not too reminiscent of petrol.
Where and when I finally grew out of this behaviour I remember all rather well. I was holidaying abroad in South East Asia and enjoying a delicious meal out. The waiter offered wine for the table and feeling adventurous I agreed. What he brought was a 2008 Yalumba Y-series Merlot. As far as large volume new world merlots go, it was a stunner. Really easy drinking and a delicious fruity, almost jammy blackcurrant flavour. It’s probably the kind of wine that would make a purist sick, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. This sums my approach to wine very well – I am not the sort of person to turn my nose up at something purely because it doesn’t meet certain criteria, I am someone that judges a wine based on whether or not it smells and tastes good.
Since that day I have expanded my knowledge base, but really cannot profess to be any more qualified than any regular wine enthusiast. Whenever I drink wine I like to imagine the journey and think about where it came from, and you will probably find from my posts, I often start with a description of where it comes from and who it is that makes it. Like any foodstuff how and where it’s produced has such a bearing on the end product – and hey, it’s often nice to think about beautiful rows of vines in hot sunny climes!