Space, it’s meant to be good for inner peace, finding ones center, perspective on life, the universe and everything. That being said too much inward reflection can be odious for ones health, it’s far easier to consider ones place in the outside world, then to consider the place within yourself. Paint it anyway that you like looking into the mirror tells you far more than you really want to know, or have the capacity to do anything about. Reflection, I for one think that this must have been made up by some reclusive introverted numpties, for while I can only speak for myself, it is the lifestyle equivalent of running fingernails down a chalk board, or in my case handling cotton wool balls, strange I know but true.
Now I like to keep busy. I write this, cycle, motorcycle, run, well anything really that results in not sitting still, result of an overactive childhood? I’m not sure really, most of what I can remember was spent hitting hockey balls up against a wire fence down at the local park in a vain attempt to escape household chores, under the guise of improving youthful sporting prowess. Today though I am pensive, something was messing with my chi, there was an itch to be scratched, something that should have been taken care of a long time ago. I didn’t go to Bearded Wine Man (BWM), I didn’t want him implicated in any potential fallout, this was code rouge. I walked into Dans, went to the fridge and picked out the second finest Woolworths created brand of Sauvignon Blanc, not because I was in any way interested, but because it was time to expose her for just what was masquerading as a wine inside the bottle under my arm.
Marlborough Sounds Sauvignon Blanc 2013
Relax, but this might sting just a little, while you haven’t been lied to simply because most of you didn’t ask a question, the story behind what can only be the industrial military complex of the wine world may hurt a bit. The Cliffs-notes version of events are as follows, figuring they have a similar climate to Loire Valley in France, our New Zealand cousins plant Sauvignon Blanc, it grows well, well more than well, it crops like a nothing they have seen before. In Marlborough toward the western side they can barely contain its vigor, with tropical passion-fruit flavours in abundance, to the east, its the pungent pea pod flavours we have come to know. Unlike New Zealand fauna the only natural predator is frost, (helicopters later fixed this). It’s relatively cheap to grow, cheap to make as there is none of this nasty expensive french oak involved, and you can sell it for a reasonable price. It’s not long before the French arrive, knowing a good colonial investment when they see one, and also knowing no-one was going to shoot at them this time, they purchased Montana Wines, and it works.
Now everyone wants a piece, and our dear friends Coles and Woolworths are right on cue with other large multinational wine companies, looking to price fix the production volume by the litre, ( not by tonne), and control the grape wholesale market. All the while screwing over local growers on price, thus forcing them out due to cost overruns, and then buying more vineyards off them. Not surprisingly the process cycles through again. Circa 2014 we are now seeing grape juice shipped overseas in large tanks, thus robbing local New Zealand industries of the profits, and the jobs of wine marking, bottling production, and logistics, want to find some boats to stop, easy pickings here.
It may be time for both Coles and Woolworths wine buyers to start, much like the fashion, food production, and mining industries to become accountable for the implications of there their purchasing decisions, or see their own hubris catch up with them. You can always vote with your hands, and visit an independent liquor store, and purchase something not on this list. As you may of guessed not actually going to review this wine as I’ve tipped it down the toilet, fitting really, hopefully it will find some goldfish, and make them happy before they meet their maker.
I’m going downstairs to make myself a gin and tonic , and contemplate just where, and when, it all went so terribly wrong, maybe you should too.