Napa Valley Daze
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A humorous novel based on the author's experience as a Tasting Room Host in a small Napa Valley Winery. The characters he meets are drawn from real life---the funniest place of all. Names have been changed in hopes of preventing any libel suits. Our hero meets one young lady who proves to be more than he can handle...
Robert Smith?
Robert Courtney Smith is Associate Professor of Sociology, Immigration Studies and Public Affairs, School of Public Affairs, Baruch College, and Graduate Center, City University of New York. He is the coeditor of Migration, Transnationalization, and Race in a Changing New York (2001). He is cofounder of the Mexican Educational Foundation of New York, a 501c(3) organization.
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Napa Valley Daze - Robert Smith?
NAPA VALLEY DAZE
Robert Smith
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Copyright 2010 by Robert Smith
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A series of vignettes drawn from the author's experiences working in the tasting room of a small Napa Valley Winery. Inspired by actual events and characters, all names have been changed in hopes of keeping his job...
CHAPTER ONE: NEVER GIVE UP ON A SALE
Thank you very much, George,
I said to the man standing across the register from me. I would start with a bottle or two of the Charbono, that's the softest one of the bunch.
There were two of us working the room. It was nice to get the first big sale of the day even though, unlike many tasting rooms, Scott and I split all our commissions, no matter who made the sale. George Shapiro had come into the tasting room about an hour before. He seemed knowledgeable about our wine and a favorable review in the Wine Connoisseur had prompted him to visit us. George was a thin, frankly mousey little man with a balding fringe around his ears, sort of a Friar Tuck look. Around his neck was probably the last bow tie in Northern California. At least he was wearing a Harris Tweed Keeper jacket. I had the same jacket, bought on my first and last trip to Scotland. It is still tall, rigid and unwrinkled in my closet, too heavy and scratchy to wear. I took a liking to him immediately.
As he tasted his way through the tasting list, he seemed nervous and in need of moral support. We were now on a first name basis, a practice we encourage in order to develop a friendly relationship. It certainly worked in the case of George, who between sips of wine was as much interested sharing troubles at home as in tasting the wine. So, while not a bartender at the corner tavern, I do lend a sympathetic ear when needed.
George needed it. He rambled on exhaustively adjusting his tie nervously. While tasting the Charbono, he noted that tomorrow was his 25th Wedding Anniversary and he was in turmoil on what to buy Gladys. She had hinted, none to subtly, about a diamond bracelet they had once seen at Shane's
While tasting the Zin, he said he had actually drove into the City to get it, but at the last moment changed his mind. Every year, he said, she hints and hints at what she wants. But, by golly, this year was supposed to be special. They made a pact to really surprise each other and, by George, he was going to do it. (He snickered at his little name joke.) He asked if I thought he was doing the right thing by really surprising his wife. I told him I wasn't married which seemed to disappoint him.
Ever since their wedding he had been trying to get her to enjoy good wine with dinner. Depending on her mood she would take a sip and leave the rest. One evening he caught her spooning some sugar into a glass of Cab. That had caused quite a fuss. Well, this year was going to be different, he told me, over the Merlot, a tone of defiance in his voice. He was going to sit her down and really teach her to appreciate wine. Since he did much of the cooking he would carefully pair the food with wine. Did I know that he had once met Julia Childs, he asked me proudly. Gladys certainly loved to eat, George went on, and he'll show her how the right wine and can make the food taste even better.
By the time he got to the Cab, he had made up his mind. No bracelet for her---that was no surprise! Give me a case each of the Charbono, Zin and Cab,
he said. They'll be my teaching materials.
As a friend of higher education I was happy to oblige. I helped George out with the wine, then told Scott, who was helping me in the room, that I would take the first lunch break.
When I returned 45 minutes later, Scott had only one customer in the room. Since we were expecting a Limo at 2:00 o'clock, I said I would take over for him while he went to eat. For some reason he gave me a great big smile---perhaps he was just hungry.
Or perhaps not...as I took Scott's place I could see that all was not well. More than lunch was motivating him. The lady at the bar was quite short, and plump, wearing a bright floral dress and too much makeup. Her overuse of jewelry didn't help matters. She was somewhere in the mid-fifties I guessed---it was hard to tell since any wrinkles would have a hard time breaking through her pancake make-up. One thing that did stand out was her hair. It was striking not only for its almost neon redness, thanks no doubt to Miss Clairol, but because it was spiking out all over her head, a bouffant that had unexpectedly exploded.
Right then Miss Clairol looked like she was chewing on a lemon. She spit, none too delicately, but at least mostly hitting the bucket. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes glared at me in a most unfriendly way but the effect was rather spoiled by her smeared lipstick that rendered her mouth into a lopsided smile. Nonetheless, I'm pretty sure the eyes had it.
This was not shaping up to be a big sale. I should have given Scott first lunch, I thought.
I take it, then, that you are not a big fan of our Zinfandel,
I said, sliding the dump bucket under her double chin.
That was absolutely horrible!
Clairol exclaimed loudly. Luckily she was the only one in the Room. It tastes like...
leaning over, as if to tell me a secret, ...HORSE POOPY!
she yelled in my ear.
I jumped back, startled. I know not everyone loves our wines. Some people, especially those working in tasting rooms, can develop a house palate
but this is the first time I've heard of a "horse palate. I'm tempted to ask her what aspects of equine scatology our wine resembled. Yet, we know the customer is always right and I better leave the horse's behind, behind. Better to stick with allusions of strawberries and raspberries as mentioned in the tasting notes.
I'm sorry, madam, you didn't enjoy the Zin. Let's move on to the Merlot. You should find it more to your liking.
Hrumph,
she said as she emptied the rest of her glass into the bucket and grabbed a cracker.
Taking that as a yes,
I poured her a small taste, but truth be told I was not brimming with optimism. In fact, I stood back a few paces in case Clairol missed the bucket entirely---or got really mad. There was a look of defiance in her eyes as she raised the glass to her lips. Edging back until I was in contact with the other counter, I tried to resist the temptation to close my eyes. Not being good at resisting temptation, I lost that battle and only heard the wine being expelled. As I opened my eyes, sure enough, there before me on the counter, was an abstract rendering, done in red, Jackson Pollack dribbling only in one color. Although I did notice a few flecks of cracker for accents.
Oh dear,
she said. I’m so sorry,
and indeed she seemed genuinely embarrassed.
Don't worry, it happens all the time,
I responded, but of course when or ever, I couldn't remember. But the customer is always right.
It's just that the wine was so sour, I gagged, you see,
she mumbled, smearing her lipstick some more.
Yes, I do see---it's all over the counter, I mumbled to myself. Don’t worry there's a lot more where that came from---the wine I mean...
I trailed off, as I wiped up her work.
She stared at me as if I were from outer space. Don't you taste these wines before you pour them.
Now that the counter was clean she had regained her confidence. They must be spoiled.
I taste every bottle that I serve. Perhaps Madame is not used to fine wines.
I immediately regretted that statement. A cardinal rule in the tasting room: never criticize the customer. Remember, lose the battle and win the war, although in this case I was definitely out-gunned, I thought as I tossed the revolting rag in the trash.
Clairol pushed her shoulders back. I’ll have you know, 'young man', I know my wines and yours are bad.
Since I'm beginning to bump over thirty, I didn't mind the 'young man' remark but if I have any hope with this customer I certainly needed to educate her about our wines. A new tack was needed. I slapped on my brightest smile. What kind of wines do you like?
I asked pleasantly.
Well, wines are made from grapes, right? And wines should taste like grapes, not vinegar.
Clairol frowned at the dregs of the Merlot in her glass. Now take a nice glass of Mogan David. There’s a great wine.
OK, lady, I thought to myself, you take the Mogan David, I'll pass. Ah well. I see, I see,
I replied politely. What I really saw was no hope for a sale unless I could dump some sugar into our last wine. I kept up my saccharine smile. So, I gather Madame likes her wine on the sweet side.
Bingo!
she said, returning my smile with a fake one of her own. You’re a bright young man aren't you?
I was smiling so much my teeth were getting cold. Suddenly I get an idea. Not just an ordinary idea but a super sweet idea that just might land a sale. I looked straight into her contacts, my teeth gleaming. Now we're down to our last spitting---er, tasting.
Thank God,
Clairol said. I haven't had so much fun since my last root canal.
No, this you are going to enjoy. Outside the door on the left, we have one of Napa's only tasting vineyards. Each row of grapes is labeled.
I poured her the last taste. Now take this glass of Charbono outside---but don't drink it.
Don't drink it?
she asked. That’s silly! Then why don't I just dump it here like the others? I promise I won't miss this time.
No, what I mean is, go out and taste the Charbono grapes, then taste the wine. You’ll see where the fruitiness of our wines come from and that will help you appreciate them. Right now the grapes are at their peak of perfection, about 25% Brix.
I tried to sound convincing and hoped she wouldn't see me crossing my fingers.
Her eyes scrunched together. I’ve seen less skepticism on the face of Russ Limbaugh appraising Obama. Aha, that explains it,
she said. How do you expect your wine to taste good, if you fill it with brick dust.
I simply smiled, gestured toward the front door and Clairol bounced away, glass in hand, her hair ablaze. Just then a couple entered and I spent the next few minutes doing a normal pouring. They didn't wonder why the Zinfandel was red and not pink, they didn't ask how the flavors mentioned in the tasting notes are injected into the wine. They didn't even use the dump bucket. Heck, I even sold them two bottles of Merlot. Life was good.
Things got even better when Nacho walked in. Ignacio Blancas, aka 'Nacho' was one of my favorites at the winery. When I was first introduced to him three years before, I considered it to be rather demeaning that his nickname was a 'corn chip covered in cheese.' At the time I knew very little about Mexican culture even though I had lived in California since I was eight. It turns out that 'Nacho' is a very common nickname both here and in México. Anyway, better to be named after a snack than is the case with his nephew, Jesus. Those are mighty big shoes to fill. I admired Nacho because he was the hardest working person at the winery. He wore multiple hats, which is not unusual at a small winery. He was the winemaker but also the vineyard master and cellar master. All these tasks get done with only his brother, a cousin and his nephew to help him. If Nacho left, or something happened to him, the whole place, no doubt, would collapse. But mainly he is just a nice guy. How’s it going, mon amigo?
I said as he strode towards the bar. That salutation used about half of my non-restaurant Spanish.
Hi, Bob. Actually, it's 'mi amigo' if we're talking Spanish here. No matter, I appreciate the effort. So, how's business? The parking lot seems pretty empty.
Nacho, now in his mid-30's, has been in California since he was a young teen-ager and is very fluent in English, unlike his relatives who are reluctant to verbalize their command of English although they understand it well enough.
Yeah, things are still pretty slow, but the holidays are around the corner.
Speaking of holidays, I just wanted to tell you that Jesus and I have just moved two loads of the new 2008 Rosé to the front of the cellar. I'll check with Mike but I think we could start selling it soon. As you know, Rosé doesn't go through bottle shock and it's ready to go.
Sounds great to me, the Rosé is always a big seller both during the holidays and when the weather gets hot. I'll start revising the tasting sheet as soon as I get a chance.
Oh, one other thing,
Nacho said, pulling a bottle out of his carryall. Would you do me a favor and taste it, then give me your opinion?"
Wow, This is exciting, scary, but exciting, I thought. This is the first time he has asked me for my opinion. It's sort of like Picasso asking what Pee Wee Herman thinks of Quernica. At first I tried to remember whatever I'd read about dry rosés, their color, how they are made, but then, what the heck, I decided just to taste it and give my honest opinion. I opened the bottle and poured us each a good taste.
I looked at the nice cherry color, rather dark for a rosé but I remembered it was made from our Cabernet grapes. Even free-run juices of a Cab are going to have a nice color. Not a big bouquet, I thought as I removed my nose from the glass, but a slight hint of strawberries. It almost smelled