In honour of Halloween, let’s talk about what scares you – and more importantly, why it shouldn’t.
The Wine Snob. (BOO!)
Yes, we all know this guy: the one who all too willingly elaborates on how the volcanic soil on which the vines were planted truly comes through in the glass; he is utterly incapable of hiding his disdain at the mention of any Italian white; he swirls, sniffs, swishes the stuff round his mouth, and pronounces it “Chablisean” or “unctuous” or “mere child’s play compared to the 1945”; he says “Jerez” – pronounced “Jereth” – instead of sherry, and scoffs at the thought of an adolescent ten-year Tawny.
And why does he scare you?
Because all his grand gestures and pretension imply that he knows something that you don’t, and consequently you should be ashamed for your ignorance. His statements may not be entirely devoid of value, but they are made in a deliberately exclusive way. He seems to forget that wine is a social drink, and as such should be used to include rather than alienate. But in any case you should probably not open your mouth. Just nod in agreement. God forbid you look foolish.
Why shouldn’t you be afraid of this character?
Let me put it this way: are you still afraid of the monsters under your bed? How about the boogeyman hiding in your closet?
No. You grew up and realized it’s all a crock of shit.
The boogeyman doesn’t exist. And neither does this sort of Wine Snob. Perhaps he used to, when wine knowledge was the privileged domain of a privileged few. But we don’t live in that world anymore. There’s more (and generally better) wine out there today than ever. Perhaps more significantly, more people are drinking it and writing about it, thanks to a slew of wine-for-dummies style publications and even more blogs (of varying quality.) Everyone fancies themselves an expert, as they have the requisite amount of base knowledge and inflated sense of self-worth to feign mastery. While a few wine snobs may still exist, they are a dying breed and you’re unlikely to encounter them in day-to-day interactions. If you do, you ought to seriously reconsider your social circle.
So if fewer Wine Snobs exist, who has filled their void?
Easy. A whole bunch of assholes.
The Snob understands what he talks about, but is too eager to show it off; his crippling need for superiority is his Achilles’ heel. While such conduct is inexcusable, it’s not nearly as offensive as the Asshole, who fails on both the knowledge and communication fronts. He thinks he knows what’s he’s talking about, but it’s all hot air.
And I think we can all agree that while snobs or experts may be intimidating, assholes are not. They’re just a fucking pain.
I bring up this distinction because I’m sick of people telling me they don’t know what they want because they’re “not a wine expert.”
Very few people are. But that’s now what I asked you. I just want to know what you’d like to drink tonight. And unless you’re choosing a bottle for your boss or a chick you’d like to impress, the only person that needs to enjoy what you’re drinking is you.
(A caveat: I generally despise the notion that one’s personal taste trumps all. I don’t mean to suggest that the Inherently, Indisputably, and Immutably Good or Beautiful or Delicious exists – but don’t tell me that a well-made manzanilla jereth is not good because you don’t like it. Acknowledge that your palate can’t handle it and that you’d prefer something more approachable.)
So don’t use the Wine Snob or even the Asshole as a scapegoat for your laziness and indecisiveness. It’s a poor excuse, and as equal parts Snob & Asshole I’ll call you out every time.