In this pleasant and healthy path of Oenophilia, we are constantly assailed by the urge of discovery, a recreation of the philosophical Idea "the more I know, the more I know that I know nothing!"
If indeed our inclination for wine becomes a passion, then we have before us a long learning route, which will always be guided by the desire to taste.
At this point is this willingness that haunts me, which makes me wonder if I might be questioning the real and final end of this mysterious and complex nectar, the simple pleasure of drinking.
Strange to think that the realm of pleasure may be relegated to a secondary role in favour of a frantic search for thorough knowledge of the various styles of wine available. A markedly Utopian task that often becomes tiring.
I can now admit that my craving falls primarily for tasting, I confess myself addicted to the trial, the sensory analysis, trying to find qualities, defects, unique features, common points, dissect what's in the glass in detail but with incessant eagerness to move forward to a new experience, sometimes disregarding the previous one.
I think, and hope that this is a transitional phase, a kind of teen fever for sex, that later will assist me in being able to extract the most pleasure out of this magic liquid, responsible for arousing a myriad of emotions.
This kind of enlightenment will emerge as flashes at the elusive occasions where I can find a perfect symbiosis between what is in the glass and what's going on in my soul, wines that make' us stop thinking and start dreaming ... these are the moments that reveal and remind why we fell in love with wine in the first place!