Somewhere along the way wine became snooty. I don’t know how or why. But we should probably blame the French…
All of us have some image buried deep in our minds of the stereotypical snooty wine guy. He is older, balding, cheesy moustache, pretentious accent, using wine words like he’s the founding member of some secret society, glaring at us because of our choice of wine. Sadly, this person does exist in many forms. He or she can suck the life out of the simple pleasure of enjoying wine faster than you can say another glass of wine please.
As a wine lover, there are certain region/varietal combinations that I hang my hat on. Dry Creek Valley is good for Zinfandel, Russian River Valley is good for Pinot, Malbec in Argentina, Chardonnay in Burgundy, the list goes on. It serves as a blueprint for making wine selections. But sometimes I can get so bogged down by these preconceptions that I fail to see the larger picture. It has led me to be unfairly judgmental at times, something that I’m not proud of. These are the moments when wine lovers can get that bad reputation. It’s the moment when wine “lover” turns to wine “snob” because these concepts turn from points of guidance to points of judgment. So I love when some of my deep-rooted dogmas are challenged.
40 miles East of San Francisco lies that thriving wine country known as Livermore Valley….. bwahhhhahahaha!
The joke was on me after I tasted the wines from Tamas Estate with the winery reps! Any laughter coming from the room was simply in our enjoyment of these two wines that had really surprised us, humbling a group of snobs.
I love being proven wrong like that. It forces you to recalibrate your stigmas or perhaps, abandon them altogether. I was caught in a wine snob moment. And I was wrong! If you have the same reaction whenever you hear Livermore Valley then I invite you and your wine snob friends to taste this delicious duo of Summer reds.