Wine has this pompous notion and romance driven by wine merchants over 100’s of years, which I love, but wine transcends class as it really comes down to the taste buds you were given. I mean, I hate tomatoes, with a passion, I could train and learn to appreciate them (with a shot gun held to my head) but enjoyment or pleasure is not ascribed. If your palate suits Chateau Petrus or Penfolds Grange then you will need to dig deep in your pockets. But everyone’s palates are different as are the wine varieties and places they are made. Every wine maker does their best with knowledge and terroir to produce their ‘masterpiece’ and if they find someone that loves what they did then the passion is passed on.
It is simply a crazy minefield for the everyday person as they stroll the aisles reading the bullshit written on labels in a quest to make us buy. When we finally find what we have been searching for our taste buds change or evolve and something new must be found.
No matter your pallet or your budget, the enjoyment is there. For me wine is a continual quest that just cannot stop… a journey of pure hedonistic pleasure that continually excites.