The Beautiful Wines

On March 25th, back when everyone was afraid and not too sure of what was coming next, I created this class and wrote this description. It will very likely sound dated by the time you read this. My greatest hope is it will sound exaggerated and a little foolish. If that is the case, I’ll be giving you a hug.

In any case, forgive me for being an idiot. To schedule wine classes, I have to create them a half year in advance. That is an impossible situation for me in the best of times: I drink for a living, after all. And today, when none of us can even figure out what is going to happen tomorrow, this is an impossible task.

I am literally throwing this class into the void, trying to anticipate what we –as a city of wine lovers, as a city of great people– will need seven months into an unknowable and perhaps broken future. I can only believe we will need one thing, I imagine there will be fear and crashes and terrible memories. And then we will be rising up to meet the crisis head-on, in a uniquely Philly way. If my imagined future holds true, then Gritty will be defending the ramparts. Clearly, I am 100% not a psychic.

I only have a guess. I think that on October 1st, we all will want a reminder of peace and beautiful things.   So, this is the class of beautiful smells and tastes,  a class designed to evoke what is good and lovely in the world. It will be a class where any haters may just get carried out and drowned into the Schuylkill River. So maybe not all peace and love. This is Philly, after all.

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