On Monday, some wine shop owners stayed at the farm to buy wine. They all sucked. They were mostly Canadian, with one couple from the UK. The first thing one of them said to me when I told him I was from California is, "So you came here to make real wine, did you?" What a douche! I was unprepared for such a greeting and didn't think quickly enough to fire back something about Canada. All night at dinner they talked about themselves and how important they are. I could tell Marinus hated this part of his job. After dinner I saw him with his head in his hands and a defeated look on his face. After two hours of wine tasting he refilled our glasses and said, "we should all be in the same boat tomorrow." And that was my birthday. I did get to try some good wines though, and dinner was free.
During the week in the cellar, we cleaned tanks, filtered wine, and bottled for two days. Marinus asked if we needed more wine and gave us two bottles of port and a viognier.
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