Winemaking is hard work. This shouldn’t be a surprising fact, but it’s really quite grueling.
Following my time here, no matter how much I dislike a wine, I will always have respect for that fact that it was a lot of sweat off someone’s brow: the farmer, the picker, the trucker, the processor, the assistant winemaker, and everyone else who might have touched the wine along its journey to my glass.
I am too often an unceremonious jackass. Less of that. More humility. Just because I have a mind of my own doesn’t mean I should speak constantly. Or that I’m always right.