It’s all in the luck of the draw, what you grow up around, what you grow up talking about and learning about. I may not have had the luck of growing up in a horse family, (still bitter…) but I did have the tremendous fortune of growing up in a wine family.

My dad was in the wine business, and more often than not he brought his work home with him. By which I mean we grew up learning to talk about wine. Learning to taste, learning to communicate our opinions about the bouquet, the mouth feel; learning how the wines origins and terroir influenced these opinions.

For me, tasting wine is being home. Tasting wine is a relaxed family dinner. It’s laughing, it’s good natured, it’s humorous, it’s taken seriously but not in a pretentious way (in fact we often make fun of the pretension surrounding the wine industry).

I want to bring a little bit of that homeyness into this blog. So get your glasses, uncork your favorite, and come along!