” Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.”
– Albus Dumbledore
Welcome my fellow wine lovers and enthusiasts, to the first of many entries chronicling my journey through the world of wine.
Wine can be many different things. Wine can be a question.
I believe it was Shakespeare who said “To wine, or not to wine, that is the question”.
Sure, I might be paraphrasing, but I’m sure it was something along those lines..
And obviously the answer is always yes.
Wine can be an experience. There’s not a lot I enjoy more than sitting in the sunshine drinking a crisp glass of Rosè, or curling up on the couch with a smooth Pinot Noir and a cheese platter.
Wine can be a memory trigger – making me reminisce about dancing barefoot on the grass with my best friend’s husband at the Shedfest festival in the Yarra Valley, or sipping my first Malbec on my 26th birthday.
However, it seems the one thing wine has been overlooked as, is a verb.
Wine is a verb. Wine is a doing word.
I wine. I wine often. I wine gratuitously. I wine happily.
I’m by no means an expert. I have no training or professional ties to the wine world, all I know is that I love wine as a noun, and I love wine as a verb.
I want to open my world to both the noun and the verb that is wine, and document my experiences as I go.
So feel free to join me, as I inevitably fall more in love with wine the noun, broaden my knowledge and skills of wine the verb, and undoubtedly create some stories along the way!