And, as always, I was in character with camera in hand. Every time I’m clocked into Kazzy’s tasting Room, I find mySelf more entranced by barrels than I ever am elsewhere. such an image resonant. Fun guests, as always. From as near as San Francisco to as distant as Boston, kid. Light traffic, though. But you can never predict with Sundays, pretty much anywhere in Kenwood. The whole day, though, winemaking was on the brain, especially when Kaz-a-lot showed my the yeasting process, which I’ve always been mystified by. No one ever took time to show me. But then, I never asked. Kaz said, when I inquired about the process, and importance of yeast addition in winemaking, “You’re going to see today,” as if he planned on such instruction. Far beyond appreciated. Hope I never have to pay him back for all he’s done for me, since I met him much less merely today. No way I could ever reciprocate his graciousness, generosity, instructional willingness. His greatness.
Looking through my pictures, reviewing the interview I did with him in the Syrah block of his estate. Wine, I now find, is dangerous in its injection of curiosity, especially to alertly frolicsome penmen, the avidly Literary. My wine, hoping it reflects my love for characters loving wine as I do, as my sister does, as Kaz does. Aiming to have my first vintage, this 2011 oeno-episode, exude wine Humanness. The curiosity, exploration, planned and unplanned. All this in mind, as I make my wine, I promise.