Vine Street Starbucks, where I’ve written and worked several times, but not in some time. Thought about stopping at a third winery for tasting, but no. Was feeling a bit famished and needing more coffee. Hannah the first stop, White Oak the second. And from both stops, seeing that wine should be that ever-amplifying anchor and angle in my writing. And a tasting room of my own, yes. One day. But by invitation only. Don’t want those event crowds, and those passport sippers that only want to keep sipping, and not stop until they have some escalated effect and then keep sipping wherever they can.
White Oak as a winery up for sale. Had no idea. Guy behind the bar, Jeff, selling me six bottles at half off, and giving me a Merlot at nothing. Felt sad, as that winery years ago I visited during barrel tasting weekend and had fun yes but tried bottles I’ve still never the like experienced. Can’t remember what it was, but the Cabernet of which I bought 3 bottles today had to be similar. I mean, I bought three bottles. That has to mean something, right?
Listening to Lo Fi beats and typing. Don’t want to taste anymore wine, if you can believe it. Know there’s someone in some other state probably reading this and thinking “What the fuck? How could you not want to taste more wine?” I just don’t. I don’t want to sip anything else. I’m wined out. Want to be full of caffeine, and write about wine, people in the wine world, behind the bar listening to people tell their stories of how they got there, and what wine is to them.
At Hannah, talked to some young girl. Been at winery for about two years she said. Asked her what she wanted to do in the industry, what the apex of her aims was, is. She said she didn’t know, but wanted to continue with DTC operations, dealing more closely with the people that visit the winery, wine club members… what I took, that she wants to have more close and involved dealings and conversations with people rather than the big crowd surges, the cattle flows a tasting room can sometimes have. Good for her, I thought. The wine industry shows you one directions, then another, then tries to herd you a certain straight. She, though, knows what she wants and Hanna Winery appears to encourage her consistency of pursuit.
I will write wine, this morning telling self again. From when I woke this morning and could barely concentrate with the skirmishing of Jack and Emma, to now on Vine Street, just a couple blocks away from another winery to write. Part of me wants to go find more to write about. Some new tasting room but I feel like I’ve been to all of them on the square. And, I’m not wanting to taste anymore. A wine writer not wanting to taste any more wine… so write about it. Write what… what wine should do. What I want from wine. What I don’t want. Don’t in anyway seek to be full-time at a winery again, ever. Ever. Never again in this life.