In like a lion
(or a cranky old curmudgeon)
by Jeff Cox, Beer and Wine Merchandiser
It’s March and to tell the truth, I’m unimpressed, rummaging through all the drawers for my best rose-colored specs. But, first things first, this task calls for something good to sip (it’s my job) ...
March. So what. It’s the season of not quite. In like a lion, out like a lamb, but not too much of either. It’s a celebration of almost ... being something.
St. Patrick’s Day? An amateur hour, complete with the staunchest of Protestants and most loyal subjects of the Queen raising a glass or three too many to the most Irish of Catholic saints.
Once that hangover abates, the First Day of Spring comes and goes without much more than a brief line in the newspaper (that few read). It’s hard to get excited about 50/50 ... harder still to turn it into any sort of retail opportunity. What kind of “holiday” is that?
In perhaps the most fitting of crowning glories, some years, depending mostly on the randomness of the calendar, March even gets to host the Easter Bunny. This is, of course, a golden opportunity to spend money getting your kids jacked up on refined sugar and bad chocolate.
But enough, already. You are where you are, meaning that there are always other places that you aren’t. Ergo, we’re always en route — and should probably just learn to love the journey.
Spring? When you start to look around, there’s really nothing halfway about March. We’ve just all become a bunch of spoiled children who are never happy with what we already have. Look around, things are starting to burst into life, it’s all the more sweet when you watch the whole process unfold — rather than waiting until it’s a done deal and you’ve missed the best part.
Saint Patrick’s Day is, of course, another one of those holidays that is a fabulous opportunity to not go out. But, if you must, why not get a clue vis-à-vis to what you’re drinking? How could one man lead so many people to drink? And just what’s up with the whole northern/southern, Catholic/Protestant, Irish/English conflict? Fascinating stuff, I swear.
Finally, speaking of drinking, all four seasons (and life itself) offer fine metaphors for satisfying one’s thirst. Or vice-versa. In the end, it’s all a matter of quality — and a big part of quality is caring enough to taste it.
About the author
Jeff Cox is the wine and beer merchandiser at PCC. Over the years, he's built close relationships with vineyards worldwide and in our neck of the woods. He's even worked with select local vineyards to create some of the spectacular wines we carry.
In addition to this monthly column, check out his featured wines list.