August 15th, 2008

I don’t want to put too much pressure on you here. And I know that I should be avoiding getting overly personal with you. But I’m about to tell you about a winery that I feel that you need to consider supporting. The Stevenot Winery and I have a few very fundamental things in common, is the reason. To start, we began our journeys in the same year, 1978. More interesting that our age, though, is that the Stevenot wines are made in a little town in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada called Murphys which, incidentally, is where I spent the second year of my life. There I was, miniature and still quite blond, learning to walk a little, talk a little, and the Stevenot wines were doing whatever the wine equivalent of those things is right there next to me. In our most formative times, we were nourished by the same water and soil. If I could find a bottle of that early wine, it would be like mother’s milk for me. We have the same core. And so I don’t think it’s unreasonable for me to connect your opinion of the Stevenot wines with your opinion of me. We have bottles behind the bar every night for our guests to try for free. Go for it. Nevermind that it will be something like looking into the deepest parts of me and making a judgement. I won’t be watching.

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