I’m a Closet Oenophile

Ok, so I’m not a closeted oenophile as much as I’m a fiscally-challenged one. I have a tiny little wine rack, not a wine cellar, and as of late it’s been filled with nothing but bottles of Two Buck Chuck.

(Don’t event try to knock it if you haven’t tried it …)

I watched Sideways again the other day, which embarrassingly causes me to over zealously swirl my glass of wine and sniff between each sip while I watch it. Yes, I’m THAT person.

But I once again took notice of a monologue in the middle of the film which I’ve always loved. It’s a response to the question “Why are you into wine?”


I like to think about the life of wine. How it’s a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it’s an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now.

I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I’d opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it’s constantly evolving and gaining complexity. That is, until it peaks, like your ’61. And then it begins its steady, inevitable decline.

… and it tastes so fucking good.


In vino veritas.


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