I recently got the question: “When did you know? As in… when did you really know that you wanted to work in the wine world?”
The longest apartment I ever stayed in was in Montreal with my best friend Aurélie. At the time, we were young and crazy. We made a lot of noise and the neighbours regularly complained. We drank bad wine. Like the absolutely terrible kind you could buy at the corner store in a litre with a twist cap (for the record, I have nothing against twist caps). After we graduated university, we moved out because Aurélie was leaving to New York to pursue studies. I met someone who was passionate about food and loved to eat out and so I began to appreciate wine more and more. Later I worked in a restaurant that had an incredible wine program. They held regular tastings and I participated happily. My wine discovery was a calm and steady road…
Strangely, that night wasn’t such a big deal when it comes down to it: I had made a reservation at the then-recently opened les 3 petits bouchons that specialized in natural wine. I was having dinner with great friends and we were in the mood to have a good time. The waiter asked what we wanted to drink and not knowing much about natural wine, we asked him to pick something he liked.
I had never tasted Chenin.
This is what made me fall in love with wine. That bottle. That moment. That sip. The minerality.
That was it.
Something clicked in my mind. Maybe it was that I understood the impact of terroir, maybe I just loved the purity, maybe I thought it was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted… Who knows? But it just made sense suddenly.
Now, looking back, it was certainly not the most expensive bottle or the most prestigious year I’d ever tasted. But in that moment, with that glass, I knew something would never be the same again. I really wish that upon everyone.