A sommelier doesn’t just taste wine—they read it: the soil, the year, the sun.
All reality is right there, naked in the glass, if they can develop the senses to see it.
Mostly in life, we take the cup of experience, drink it, and call it “sweet,” or “wine,” or “water,” or “love.”
We call it whatever we think it should be, missing what it is.
To get it, we need to strip back, open the mind, and let go of what we know.
like tracing the grapes in the wine back to the terroir in France, there’s always a deeper reality.
We always have access. Peel back the conceptions. Truly taste this life.