I had been deeply into wine for a long time as a consumer. I read everything I could get my hands on, and I tasted and collected to the absolute maximum of my financial ability. But after that first harvest I knew it wasn’t enough to simply know about wine, to be able to blind taste, to pick deals off a wine list. Those words my dad told me every day had the opposite effect. The intellectual was partially stimulating, and I was craving the craft and the satisfaction of the work that comes with it.