The last 6 months are a blur, brought sharply into focus for
a moment, before retracting into a gaussian image searching for clarity. A
brief road-trip across the Western USA bought time. An explorer at heart, we
hit the road with no plans, deciding where to sleep each night, stumbling across
rare gems as well as places I see no reason to ever visit again. Rattlesnake
sausages, Tarantino movie locations, incredible vistas, Guy Fieri Diners, Space
X rockets, and random people in random places created a brief stillness of the mind.
Momentary bliss unceremoniously punctuated by admin. Back to
school. I walked into class and recognized no one. I scanned the room. There’s
so much going on. Large brown boxes stacked against the wall. Chattering
students excited about what’s to come. The class is packed. Front row. Bad
idea. I wasn’t fully prepped for the case (won’t happen again!). Crazy week. I
hope Professor Rapp doesn’t cold call me. Spotted a seat in the back right
corner. Hear we go.
Professor Rapp kicked off with a bang. Kind of like
listening to a podcast at 1.5x speed. It was a refreshing change of pace. Still
keeping an eye out for that cold call. Interesting case. I remember my first
taste of Ice Wine. My brother brought home a bottle of Ice Wine from his
European Contiki. I thought it just tasted like ordinary sweet white wine, perhaps
crisper, according to 14 year old me. My brother wasn’t impressed.
My younger self did pose interesting questions. What was
this supposedly unique premium wine? What should I be appreciating? It wouldn’t
be until another 10 years before I’d really start to appreciate any form of
wine. As reprobate undergrad students we often sourced ‘papsak’ (Afrikaans for
‘soft bag’), a silver bag of cheap, boxed wine, easily found in retailers back
home, and which we heartily consumed. Thankfully, family and friends saved me,
slowly introducing me to some of South Africa’s great cab sav, pinotage, shiraz,
and merlot wines.
Gabriel Glas, Ice Wine knock-offs, and general discussions
around authenticity stirred a few thoughts around old vs. new, traditional vs.
modern, established methods vs. new age innovation. I typically defer to old
school, comfortable in the romantic, albeit self-righteous, notions of pedigree
attained through years of knowledge refined and passed on from one generation
to the next. But we’re in Silicon Valley. We’re all about disrupting the status
quo, and using technology to do so. If we can 3D print grapes identical to
those used in the Ice Wine process, is that wine any less authentic? Should we
pay more just because the grapes froze naturally? There is less magic in the
sterility of a lab produced frozen grape. Emotions and the human connection are
still important. But they are being tested.
Annoyingly patriotic as you may come to find, I was
perturbed to see South Africa outside the top 10 per capita wine consumption
countries. Furthermore, although a long-term growth trend, the last two years
of actual/ forecast data indicates a slight downturn in production too. While
the slight downturn in production can be attributed to, amongst other things,
lower plantings due to an extended
drought in Cape Town, it was South Africa’s per capita consumption that
warranted a deeper analysis.
Azumio, an app that tracks health and other data, recently released
data analyzing the habits of 717,000 men and women across 111 countries,
whose steps were studied for an average of 95 days. This data suggests that on
average Americans take 5,000 steps per day compared to South Africans who take
4,000 steps. Using population sizes and annual wine consumption figures, this
equates to average annual miles per gallon of 311 miles/g and 401
miles/g for the USA and South Africa respectively. As human beings, South
Africans have better wine consumption. Never been prouder.
July 2017 seems but a distant memory of a younger less
mature version 30 point 0. Travel, experiencing the uncertainty of life, and
making friends with the unknown breeds a perspective that is simultaneously
casual, liberating, and enabling. Shocks to the system shake things up, force
you to take stock, and unceremoniously shove you off in a new direction. Never
swim against the current. But never accept that its destination is yours. And
so as my December road trip ends, my journey into wine continues, excited to
explore the next 10 odd weeks with you all!