When you’re studying for such a career, “likes” and “dislikes” in wine become irrelevant.
“Oh!” said a friend of mine with whom I’d shared my decision, “you’re going to become a sommelier!” Well, maybe. It’s on the list. This is where my OCD kicks in. It’s what I call my “While I’m At It” plan.
This isn’t a just-for-fun extension class where friends and I gather to learn about wine in a more-or-less social setting, but a real, read-100-pages-study-till-your-eyes-bleed-stress-over-midterms-and-finals college class.