There's something about people that enjoy the finer things in life that is so absolutely awesome. The finer things in life normally go with the highest standards of sanitation, cleaning, hygiene, labels, descriptions and notoriety. But all disappears and excitement takes over when you pull an old stained bottle of wine full of dust from the cellar. Suddenly that dust takes us to those good old days. That wow, that special occasion, that special year. That's when we realize we are dust to dust. We have to have that contact with earth. There's earth in the bottle, there are seasons captured, there are memories and dates. There is a connection with the land that no other product can bring but wine. There is an anticipation and a sigh of relief when the cork is not soft. And when you pour, you know it's old, but we call it "wonderfully mature". We swirl and we sniff expecting those memories, that year, that season to come back. And it does. It comes back because dad was still alive or grandpa was still farming. That's the year of graduation, of dumbness and youngness and numbness. But those memories take you to a date, a place and a taste...now more special because it has faded bringing forth only the good. Everyone has dreams for the future, but the happy ties to the past are what forever last only in wine, the dated offering from the land. Break out a bottle, compare it with the new. Make good memories today that will never fade.
When you spend a considerable amount of time observing at the tasting room, you can't help but realize that all people have sensory abilities that they try to align with a benchmark, almost like a Munsell guide for smell and taste. Husbands and wives, girlfriends and boyfriends, friends and family have enormous joy and satisfaction identifying the flavors presented by the wine or spirit. It's almost the perfect game that makes most search deep into their experience archive for that speck of flavor that just triggered an immense realization of familiarity. In the end, that familiarity might be associated with a pleasant or unpleasant sensory experience in the past.
Enjoying the fresh fruit market-like all natural fragrances captured in one variety, one season, one bottle, everyone tries to identify what each other experiences. A familiarity blended into a new memory, experienced by all in their own separate joyous ways confirms the fact that wine is happiness. Not just the alcohol in the wine, but the fragrances and flavors in wine that evoke emotions and memories sometimes hidden deep or forgotten many years ago. But most of all, the interaction of good fellowship around a bottle of wine is what accentuates the flavors of the season and a solidarity so important to all mankind. Live well, love much, laugh often. It's easy to do with wine.