Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Who am I?


When I first started this blog, I did not want to mention about myself so much but mostly about wine&food related topics. But since then some of my friends asked why I do not write anything about myself or I have received this question for several times via e-mail: “Who are you?” So, I try to explain.

I first moved to Finland in the beginning of 2011, in the middle of my 20s. Wine has been always in my life but in Finland, first it has become a serious hobby, then, something more than a hobby and I started this blog. With all the rights and wrongs, it is all in all an amateur wine blog written by a wine addict trying to improve his palate everyday and looking for new occasions about wine, looking for meeting new wine people and being good friends. Well, someone into wine, someone having a zip of wine in the mouth, keeping it right there and thinking about the aromas, descriptors, definitions, memories… Can someone like that be a bad person? Well, “Yes”, why not J But depending on my experiences, most probably the answer is “No, they are my good friends that I have not met yet or met already some of them.”

Anyway, in time wine also took me into culinarist concerns and I worked as a cook after the culinary school finished. I have met already a lot of chefs and they mostly have one common feature: No interest in wine and beverages. This is maybe, that they do not see wine as a part of a daily diet. But I believe this will change sooner or later while people develop an interest and a sophisticated palate for the probably best beverage in the world. Wine is a perfect beverage to match with food. But also, there might be a plate of food designed to highlight a specific wine too. This fact is not perceived yet. I also want to work as a sommelier in some part of my career, sooner or later.

I sometimes meet people who mostly define themselves “artist”. Here, lets see what Foucault says: “What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals, or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn't everyone's life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?” So I try to turn my life into a piece of art with feeling the moment, enjoying my thinking as therefore I am, watching, smelling, tasting, living that glass of good wine while consuming it, as a bottled poetry as been described, alone or with friends, enjoying a daily funny talk or a deep philosophical discussion or just questioning; what if Dostoevsky was a winemaker?

My ethnicity? I am a Mediterranean.

UPDATE: I work as a somm now.