Trying to wake up. Last day in Field Sales. Keeping wine mind moving, back and forth from tasting room to vineyard, to me at a table writing about wine as I do. Charging watch, wallet, phone, coffee and #pozvibez water flask on desk. On clock in little less than 30. Thinking of getting breakfast from market in building. Not sure how good it’ll be, but I’m a little famished unexpectedly.
People around me talking, and needing quiet. A vineyard walk, early, slow, before the grapes are pulled on a day of harvesting. Seriously can’t think with the voices around me. My fault for letting them attach to my senses. Glass of red, view, sun going down…. Painting a fictive frame in head, me waking at 4 or just after and writing what to do for day… walk vineyard, sample barrels, go visit a friend who’s also a winemaker and taste through some lots with him. He calling me the night previous for an opinion, or asking if I’d offer mine one some lots and micro-lots he just racked.
Finally quiet. But I’m still in that scene. I lean back in chair for a minute. Then distracted by desk drawers needing to be cleaned and cleared out pre-transfer. Next week. Where I go to B2B division and show very much what I can do in sales and speaking, and brand representation. And, I still realize and appreciate, this all came from wine. I speak of Sonic as I do wine, wines that connect with me and that speak to me in some forward and intimate set of notes.
Tomorrow in the tasting room. Invited more people than I can re-count. Not to sell them, but speak to them. Share. Something about wine and them all collecting in that room, on that property.