“A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.”
Shakespeare from Twelfth Night
Last year I sat down to interview Yosh Han, an internationally known custom perfumer. Like previous interviews with wine industry colleagues, I wanted to deconstruct Yosh’s internal strategies for olfactory memory, especially given that the range of possible aromas for perfume is exponentially far greater than wine. I wasn’t surprised to discover that Yosh’s strategies for remembering aromas were entirely based on internal visual much like most of the wine professionals I’ve interviewed. In a second session, I met with Yosh and her assistant, Amanda Holt, to create my own personal scent. We started with more than 50 vials of different aromas. The process was simple: she passed the vials to me one-by-one without telling me of the contents. I quickly smelled the vial and said either “yes,” “no,” “love it” or “hate it.” Then I handed vials to Amanda who grouped them in said categories keeping aside the ones from the liked and loved categories. We went through several rounds finally narrowing down my favorites to seven aromatics: peppermint, rosemary, violet, waves (marine note), aloe, night queen (jasmine), teak, and something called washed suede. Yosh then blended them and tweaked the percentages until we both liked the results. The final scent, at least according to my wife Carla, who knows infinitely more about perfumes and essential oils than I ever will, is a unisex scent that could be worn by either men or women. For the record, she likes it.
Yosh frequently blends custom scents for clients, not an inexpensive endeavor. I asked her about it and she said her client sessions were often like scent therapy where someone would overload on a certain category like sweet smells (chocolate) or musk smells or floral smells, and leave everything else out completely resulting in a completely skewed blend. At that point she would gently suggest to the client that a balance of different scents was needed for the best result and slowly guide them to include other categories of aromas. In a way, she was expanding their olfactory universe and their appreciation for completely different and for them probably previously unnoticed scents and sensory experiences. After the blending session asked Yosh what she liked best; what were her favorite aromas. I really wasn’t surprised to hear her say that she liked practically everything as long as it was high quality and done well. She immediately asked me what kinds of wines I liked best and I had to give the same answer; I like practically any style of wine as long as it’s balanced and made well. But it hasn’t always been that way, and that got me thinking to about how my tastes in wine —my likes and dislikes—have changed over the last 30+ years. It also made me ponder how one’s palate undergoes an evolution of sorts over time. With that in mind, here’s a completely un-researched, undocumented, and otherwise reckless account of the evolution of a palate.
Warning: the following may contain elements of sarcasm, droll humor, parody, and otherwise snarky commentary.
Shakespeare from Twelfth Night
Last year I sat down to interview Yosh Han, an internationally known custom perfumer. Like previous interviews with wine industry colleagues, I wanted to deconstruct Yosh’s internal strategies for olfactory memory, especially given that the range of possible aromas for perfume is exponentially far greater than wine. I wasn’t surprised to discover that Yosh’s strategies for remembering aromas were entirely based on internal visual much like most of the wine professionals I’ve interviewed. In a second session, I met with Yosh and her assistant, Amanda Holt, to create my own personal scent. We started with more than 50 vials of different aromas. The process was simple: she passed the vials to me one-by-one without telling me of the contents. I quickly smelled the vial and said either “yes,” “no,” “love it” or “hate it.” Then I handed vials to Amanda who grouped them in said categories keeping aside the ones from the liked and loved categories. We went through several rounds finally narrowing down my favorites to seven aromatics: peppermint, rosemary, violet, waves (marine note), aloe, night queen (jasmine), teak, and something called washed suede. Yosh then blended them and tweaked the percentages until we both liked the results. The final scent, at least according to my wife Carla, who knows infinitely more about perfumes and essential oils than I ever will, is a unisex scent that could be worn by either men or women. For the record, she likes it.
Yosh frequently blends custom scents for clients, not an inexpensive endeavor. I asked her about it and she said her client sessions were often like scent therapy where someone would overload on a certain category like sweet smells (chocolate) or musk smells or floral smells, and leave everything else out completely resulting in a completely skewed blend. At that point she would gently suggest to the client that a balance of different scents was needed for the best result and slowly guide them to include other categories of aromas. In a way, she was expanding their olfactory universe and their appreciation for completely different and for them probably previously unnoticed scents and sensory experiences. After the blending session asked Yosh what she liked best; what were her favorite aromas. I really wasn’t surprised to hear her say that she liked practically everything as long as it was high quality and done well. She immediately asked me what kinds of wines I liked best and I had to give the same answer; I like practically any style of wine as long as it’s balanced and made well. But it hasn’t always been that way, and that got me thinking to about how my tastes in wine —my likes and dislikes—have changed over the last 30+ years. It also made me ponder how one’s palate undergoes an evolution of sorts over time. With that in mind, here’s a completely un-researched, undocumented, and otherwise reckless account of the evolution of a palate.
Warning: the following may contain elements of sarcasm, droll humor, parody, and otherwise snarky commentary.
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Phase I: Katy Perry
Wine as liquid sweet confection. If Starbucks really gets into the wine game this will be style numero uno to map across from the shockingly schlocky and uber sweet concoctions they shamelessly market as “coffee.” I will say no more. The wines from Phase I are usually pink or white in color and slightly-to-moderately sweet in style. Lately we not only have Muscat in all its various forms but a new category of sweet red wines; both have left the industry scratching its collective head while scrambling to get the tanks filled, the wines sweet enough, and the labels catchy enough to be commercially appealing. It seems as if every generation finds a way to give itself permission to drink fruity and slightly sweet wines and the Moscato/sweet red thing is no exception.
Most of us, self-included, started in the way back machine of our wine careers by initially drinking wines that were off-dry to quite sweet and hopefully balanced by enough acidity so as not to resemble, well, Katy Perry. For me that was ‘70’ incarnations in the form of Lancer’s and Mateus rosés, odd vinous creatures packaged in cans called “wine coolers,” and the likes of Blue Nun, Reunite Lambrusco, and White Zinfandel. Not surprisingly, most were mass market brands with the mega-funds to promote on TV and in print media. Don’t get me wrong, everyone has to start somewhere and remember that anyone drinking any kind of wine is good for the industry. At this juncture it’s only fitting that I quote my Mom who once said, “It takes all types to fill up the freeway.” And of course, she was right. Ultimately, one hopes that the Katy Perry crowd moves on to at least Phase II. But if they don’t, it’s all good. No harm, no foul.
Wine as liquid sweet confection. If Starbucks really gets into the wine game this will be style numero uno to map across from the shockingly schlocky and uber sweet concoctions they shamelessly market as “coffee.” I will say no more. The wines from Phase I are usually pink or white in color and slightly-to-moderately sweet in style. Lately we not only have Muscat in all its various forms but a new category of sweet red wines; both have left the industry scratching its collective head while scrambling to get the tanks filled, the wines sweet enough, and the labels catchy enough to be commercially appealing. It seems as if every generation finds a way to give itself permission to drink fruity and slightly sweet wines and the Moscato/sweet red thing is no exception.
Most of us, self-included, started in the way back machine of our wine careers by initially drinking wines that were off-dry to quite sweet and hopefully balanced by enough acidity so as not to resemble, well, Katy Perry. For me that was ‘70’ incarnations in the form of Lancer’s and Mateus rosés, odd vinous creatures packaged in cans called “wine coolers,” and the likes of Blue Nun, Reunite Lambrusco, and White Zinfandel. Not surprisingly, most were mass market brands with the mega-funds to promote on TV and in print media. Don’t get me wrong, everyone has to start somewhere and remember that anyone drinking any kind of wine is good for the industry. At this juncture it’s only fitting that I quote my Mom who once said, “It takes all types to fill up the freeway.” And of course, she was right. Ultimately, one hopes that the Katy Perry crowd moves on to at least Phase II. But if they don’t, it’s all good. No harm, no foul.
Phase II: Rombauer
Editorial note: I am NOT bashing Rombauer Chardonnay or the good people at the Rombauer winery in any way, shape, or form here. They make good wine and they do a good job. Everyone should be as successful. Got it? Good; moving on. What has Rombauer Chardonnay has to do with Phase II of the evolution of a palate? Simple; it’s all about novice drinkers graduating from innocuous, sweet, and mono-chromatic wines to a single varietal wine with intense fruit and the first taste of new oak; the latter of which will likely become the crack of their wine-drinking world. Inhabitants of Phase II usually become very interested in what they’re eating in terms of quality; this despite the fact that they will consume mass quantities of Chardonnay with any and everything including red meat. Eventually, many in the Phase II club will crave for even more intensity and discover red wine. And like every toddler boy who first learns to walk, they won’t walk but will instead race full-bore, pell-mell, directly into …. Cabernet Sauvignon!
Editorial note: I am NOT bashing Rombauer Chardonnay or the good people at the Rombauer winery in any way, shape, or form here. They make good wine and they do a good job. Everyone should be as successful. Got it? Good; moving on. What has Rombauer Chardonnay has to do with Phase II of the evolution of a palate? Simple; it’s all about novice drinkers graduating from innocuous, sweet, and mono-chromatic wines to a single varietal wine with intense fruit and the first taste of new oak; the latter of which will likely become the crack of their wine-drinking world. Inhabitants of Phase II usually become very interested in what they’re eating in terms of quality; this despite the fact that they will consume mass quantities of Chardonnay with any and everything including red meat. Eventually, many in the Phase II club will crave for even more intensity and discover red wine. And like every toddler boy who first learns to walk, they won’t walk but will instead race full-bore, pell-mell, directly into …. Cabernet Sauvignon!
Phase III: Monster Truck Pull
Having developed a serious oak habit, wine now becomes a full contact sport for newly minted members of Phase III. More often than not, it’s a guy thing--no make that a group of guys thing—as in a group of guys in the backyard having just consumed half a grilled steer and the better part of case of very expensive California Cabernet. Now they’re moving on to cigars, Port, and the inevitable and awkwardly emotional “I love you, man” moment. For denizens of Phase III, if it doesn’t have 15-plus percent alcohol it’s not wine. They tend to eat lots of red meat and develop a serious fortified wine habit because, after all, Port is really loud wine too! Needless to say, the hangovers experienced by Phase III members can be legendary. The discovery of Amaro is therefore common in this phase and a medical necessity. I discovered Fernet Branca while in Phase III and it saved my life on just such an occasion. Alas, parenthood and advancing age can take their toll on those in Phase III. But a certain percentage of them experience a life-altering vinous moment at some point and move quietly into Phase IV.
Having developed a serious oak habit, wine now becomes a full contact sport for newly minted members of Phase III. More often than not, it’s a guy thing--no make that a group of guys thing—as in a group of guys in the backyard having just consumed half a grilled steer and the better part of case of very expensive California Cabernet. Now they’re moving on to cigars, Port, and the inevitable and awkwardly emotional “I love you, man” moment. For denizens of Phase III, if it doesn’t have 15-plus percent alcohol it’s not wine. They tend to eat lots of red meat and develop a serious fortified wine habit because, after all, Port is really loud wine too! Needless to say, the hangovers experienced by Phase III members can be legendary. The discovery of Amaro is therefore common in this phase and a medical necessity. I discovered Fernet Branca while in Phase III and it saved my life on just such an occasion. Alas, parenthood and advancing age can take their toll on those in Phase III. But a certain percentage of them experience a life-altering vinous moment at some point and move quietly into Phase IV.
Phase IV: Oh Blinding Light
In Phase IV the wine drinker moves from full contact to nuance as a result of a beautiful sadness of life moment usually at the hands of a great bottle of Burgundy. Instantly wine goes from collision to filigree and along with this blinding light moment often comes the realization that the “where” of a wine can be more important than anything else. Such mystical moments sometimes occur while traveling to so-called sacred home turf environs such as Burgundy, Jerez and the like. Initiates of Phase IV often cross an invisible line from “eat to live” to “live to eat;”planning dinner while having lunch is a common affliction. Potential downsides to Phase IV often involve becoming a hopeless and equally insufferable Francophile snob with the victim never returning to a balanced vinous state. Extreme cases involve joining various wine societies or clubs that require secret handshakes, wearing pastel sashes with medals and ribbons, and even—god forbid—the donning of long Obi Wan-like robes. With their recent spiritual conversion, Phase IV rangers are notorious for demeaning big-ass Cabernets--the same big-ass Cabernets they were only recently hoovering at an alarming rate. Further, they may take to slamming any wine for having too much alcohol or for not being authentic, whatever the hell that means. Ahem.
In Phase IV the wine drinker moves from full contact to nuance as a result of a beautiful sadness of life moment usually at the hands of a great bottle of Burgundy. Instantly wine goes from collision to filigree and along with this blinding light moment often comes the realization that the “where” of a wine can be more important than anything else. Such mystical moments sometimes occur while traveling to so-called sacred home turf environs such as Burgundy, Jerez and the like. Initiates of Phase IV often cross an invisible line from “eat to live” to “live to eat;”planning dinner while having lunch is a common affliction. Potential downsides to Phase IV often involve becoming a hopeless and equally insufferable Francophile snob with the victim never returning to a balanced vinous state. Extreme cases involve joining various wine societies or clubs that require secret handshakes, wearing pastel sashes with medals and ribbons, and even—god forbid—the donning of long Obi Wan-like robes. With their recent spiritual conversion, Phase IV rangers are notorious for demeaning big-ass Cabernets--the same big-ass Cabernets they were only recently hoovering at an alarming rate. Further, they may take to slamming any wine for having too much alcohol or for not being authentic, whatever the hell that means. Ahem.
Phase V: It’s a Small World
Phase V is really an extension of Phase IV. Here the individual has their first great Riesling experience and with it the blinding realization that wines with residual sugar can be cosmic—as great as any wines on the planet. Moreover, these same delicate, slightly sweet, and acid-crazy wines are among the most versatile food wines that exist. Phase V regulars often drink more white wines than red and crave what is in reality insane levels of minerality and acidity, regardless of what’s in their glass. If they haven’t rediscovered Champagne and top quality sparkling wines in Phase IV (think Franciacorta), they do so with a vengeance in Phase V. Italy looms large for red wines in Phase V for the acid/minerality thing. Phase V’ers will even put up with high levels of VA and brett to get their fix.
Phase V is really an extension of Phase IV. Here the individual has their first great Riesling experience and with it the blinding realization that wines with residual sugar can be cosmic—as great as any wines on the planet. Moreover, these same delicate, slightly sweet, and acid-crazy wines are among the most versatile food wines that exist. Phase V regulars often drink more white wines than red and crave what is in reality insane levels of minerality and acidity, regardless of what’s in their glass. If they haven’t rediscovered Champagne and top quality sparkling wines in Phase IV (think Franciacorta), they do so with a vengeance in Phase V. Italy looms large for red wines in Phase V for the acid/minerality thing. Phase V’ers will even put up with high levels of VA and brett to get their fix.
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Phase VI: Even the Irish
The above short quote from the brilliant Mel Brooks movie Blazing Saddles (soon to be a blog post unto itself). Those who make it to Phase VI have traveled full circle in that they have no problem drinking slightly sweet wines. In fact, someone who gets to this point in palate evolution loves slightly sweet wine but with a huge caveat: it has to be good as in top Vouvray Demi-Sec or Spätlese/Auslese Riesling. More importantly, they like practically every kind of wine as long as it’s well made, from shockingly acidic Brut Zero Champagnes to bone dry, austere VORS Palo Cortado Sherries to top Cabernets from Coonawarra to decadently succulent TBA’s from Austria or Germany. As Mayor Olson Johnson of Rock Ridge once did say, "Aw, prairie sh*t ... everybody!"
The above short quote from the brilliant Mel Brooks movie Blazing Saddles (soon to be a blog post unto itself). Those who make it to Phase VI have traveled full circle in that they have no problem drinking slightly sweet wines. In fact, someone who gets to this point in palate evolution loves slightly sweet wine but with a huge caveat: it has to be good as in top Vouvray Demi-Sec or Spätlese/Auslese Riesling. More importantly, they like practically every kind of wine as long as it’s well made, from shockingly acidic Brut Zero Champagnes to bone dry, austere VORS Palo Cortado Sherries to top Cabernets from Coonawarra to decadently succulent TBA’s from Austria or Germany. As Mayor Olson Johnson of Rock Ridge once did say, "Aw, prairie sh*t ... everybody!"
