On choice, Whether It Matters Or Not
I originally wanted to be an anthropologist. Growing up in Manchester (the New Hampshire one, not the England one) I even dedicated a large portion of my academic life working towards this goal. It was my choice at the time. That was the thought going through my head as I stood in line for the checkout at my local wine shop, behind a male costumer in black tights who was given a free magazine with a top 100 list of wine for 2011. âSays who?â He stated this in a rhetorical manner to the clerk. âSays Vancouver Magazine,â said the clerk, an individual prone to being a judgmental prick at times (but then who of us isn't at times?). I will admit, it did seem as though the customer was the more committed one in this contest of being a swollen prick.   The manâs attitude was one that I have encountered many times before when dealing with alcohol that costs over 20 dollars. It all comes down to choice and what that says about a personâs taste. At least, thatâs what people are really getting at when they dispute absolutes such as top 100 lists in free magazines. Another thought that goes through my head: Could I have made it to where I am now without my first wife? I had met her at a wine tasting that I attended with my roommate who later in life would run a bed and breakfast for six months before being shut down because a 40-year-old woman sold cocaine out of one of the rooms. After living together for a month we moved to East Vancouver, British Columbia where she would continue work on her graduate at SFU. I would go on to fall in love with the wine industry. I would eventually receive a job as a sales rep for a winery large enough to make money. It led to a form of personal and intellectual success for me. It was my choice at the time. Having said that, the list that the man in tights was questioning is actually a quality list of wines to sample, be you a connoisseur or a novice. Acting above a list of selections doesnât make you a better person, despite how some may act. If anything, itâs an easy way to narrow down what is notable. On the front page, they inform the reader that judging for the wines was conducted via blind taste tests in order to cut bias. With this method, BC wines came out with 28 wines on the list, more than any other region. In fact, two of my favourite wineries â that I do not directly work for â Gray Monk and The Golden Mileâs Road 13, are well represented within the selection. In the light white category, itâs a treat to see Road 13âs Old Vines Chenin Blanc â09 and Gray Monkâs Ehrenfelser make the cut. The Ehrenfelser itself serves as quite the experience of light mango and peach fruit bowel lathered in a hedonistic amount of honey. Gray Monkâs own sparkling Odyssey Brut â07 made it for the short list of sparkling wines. Even a few of Road 13âs reds where showcased, such as the syrah-heavy blend Rockpile, which is a good strong wine with smooth tannins and a robust array of rich berries and darker stone fruit. Then again, this could all mean shit, itâs only a selection based on a complex series of blind tastes and what tasted the best.  I think a lot about the choices that brought me to work in an industry where I get paid to drink alcohol. I work around people whose own self-worth is measured in how well they can tell the difference between an actual Port and a glass of late-harvest dog shit. This leads to a lot of mulling and vast soliloquies on the topic of âchoice.â How to choose the right wine, the smokiest whiskey or the most soul-numbing of vodkas. Itâs all just a way of showcasing oneâs opinion and taste without trying to be an over the top bastard in the process. The more people agree that you make the best choices, the more you get to act like a jerk about it. At least, this is what I am accused of by my ex-wife. Her constant undercutting of my ego is just her way of dealing with a mixed sack of guilt and confusion. Because Iâm not the one who made a series of poor life-choices, and Iâm not the miserable one.









