This text does not lament the fate of the unfulfilled blogger, although you can see the shadow of some sobs in it. With pastries on my face, I read, several times, individual chapters, an absolute must be read for all those interested in wine, not only the wine lovers to be concerned.
Reading these chapters, I find that wine and all the rest associated with it are an area that is too big for a bit of bear like me. This must be read is a book about Robert M. Parker Jr. “The Emperor of Wine” by Elin McCoy, currently a reviewer at Bloomberg’s.
Such a banal truism says that doing something right means devoting your whole life to it. I found it entertaining writing about wine, just at the end of my days, and it already put me in a lost position. After all, to make something seriously is not any entertainment, and opening the open door also does not make any sense.
We should look at this from many sides, and at the same time measure the intention according to our forces. The mere fact of tasting 10,000 wines a year and methodically controlling a whole lot of impressions is beyond my capabilities for many apparent reasons.
No one can deal with everything. Rarely you can get a good computer geek, and at the same time, a good drummer or a winey writer, and if it happens somewhere, it scents a tiny lie.
Life requires total commitment, and squatting on the veranda with the glass of Soto y Manrique does not automatically generate a winey genius. However, there are other, more objective reasons why a severe approach to wine can escape people like me.
Reading Elin McCoy, I increasingly get the impression that the world of wine does not have much in common with the taste of fermented grape juice.
Parker’s whole story is about building a superstructure, while the base is only a pretext for weaving more and more complex structures, primarily to hide the flow of money. Wine, seriously treated, is nothing more than speculation, and the history of the winey genius becomes the history of skilful enrichment.
Creating demand for the 1982 vintage in Bordeaux is a brilliant manipulation of consumer opinions. It is no coincidence that Parker, a lawyer for the financiers, was predestined to take the imperial seat. After all, he is an Emperor of Wine.
These are issues of a world that do not concern 99 per cent of the population. Objectively, because there is not any access. Parker was able to find himself in the remaining one per cent, which does not mean that everyone else will be there even with a bit of effort.
It is fiction to tell yourself and others that the world of the Château d’Yquem or other Pomerols is at your fingertips, and if it is not, how can you get to know it enough to write about it to people? Entering such a world of delusion, it seemed to me that I would enjoy myself.
It couldn’t happen. Instead, I have been slowly transforming into a communist from a cynic, although I do not believe in any revolution.