So, it was classic. I was unwashed and undressed working at my desk when all my phones started to ring. I finally picked up and it was the producer from The Untitled Action Bronson Show that the car was waiting for me down below. I started to shake and stutter. “But the shoot is tomorrow! I don’t even have the wines!”
Well it wasn’t the next day. I screwed up. “Can I have a 1/2 hour?”
Like a bear zooming from zero to sixty, I rushed to get myself presentable and prepared. I ducked my head under the faucet. Brushed teeth. Applied mascara. Then, the important part: wines.
Action is a sweetheart. While relatively new to the natural wine scene, he has an honesty to his tasting and feedback. The appearances had an odd effect I couldn’t expect, I came away a better person for the experience. If you want to watch, please, head to the Viceland Site.
The wines? Right. Christy Frank had the Lambrusco for me–she also has my sanity. (You do know she edits the website for me and keeps my brain in hers for safe-keeping.) So she was on the way to meet me to head to the studios while I snatched some beloved wines from my personal stash.
Here they go. Action’s taste was interesting. He has clear likes and dislikes though not yet able to articulate why. However, I love this detective work. Like what is it about Georgian wine that stops him from loving them? Iago’s which by the way was stunning, failed him. “Nice. I can drink it, but why don’t I love it?” It is odd. He drinks skin contact wines. My guess it is the way the malo shows in the wine but he and I need to sit down and discuss this. I have a feeling he might not like chenin from schist either. But his top love was another skin-contact La Garagista’s Loup d’Or (hello Brianna). The Mistico from Bichi and the Lambrusco. But for me? This four some was simply a punch of deliciousness.
I'm hunting the Leon Trotskys, the Philip Roths, the Chaucers and the Edith Whartons of the wine world. I want them natural and most of all, I want them to speak the truth even if we argue. With this messiah thing going on, I'm trying to swell the ranks of those who crave the differences in each vintage, celebrate nuance and desire wines that make them think, laugh, and feel. Welcome.