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Steven Coulson
Steven has been drinking beers, wines and spirits for decades and has a propensity to go about them at length after a few drinks.
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Inheriting a Wine Cellar: A Journey of Discovery and Remembrance
In 2021, I faced the sudden loss of my father, a passionate wine enthusiast who left behind an impressive collection of over 1,100 bottles. Wine wasn’t just a hobby for him; it was a significant part of his life. From the moment he began collecting in the 1960s, it became a defining aspect of his identity and a source of cherished moments shared with family and friends. For instance, I fondly recall introducing my wife to my father at Ridge’s Monte Bello vineyard in California—a memory that now holds even greater significance in light of his passing.
After his unexpected departure, we sought the expertise of a well-regarded auction house to manage his collection. My father had meticulously documented the origins and purchases of his wines, which allowed us to confidently select around 500 of the most exceptional and sought-after bottles for auction. The proceeds provided vital financial support for my mother during a challenging time; however, I later learned she received the auction earnings minus the auction house’s commission, a detail I had initially misunderstood.
With many of the notable bottles now circulating the market, I found myself with a less prestigious but still substantial collection of 640 bottles that remained in my father’s cellar—an enduring connection to my grief and memories. These wines, predominantly French varietals, were largely unfamiliar to me, as my palate leans towards robust California wines. In a moment of sentimental attachment and an earnest wish to help my mother cope with her sorrow, I made the decision to have all 640 bottles shipped to my home, ensuring they were handled by a reputable shipper with a documented cold-chain process.
And thus, I now have the stewardship of these 640 bottles, each containing a fragment of my father’s legacy. This blog has been created to chronicle my adventures—perhaps even misadventures—with this collection. I plan to explore, taste, and document my experiences, including tasting notes and inventories, as I delve into this new world of wine.
So, let the journey begin! I embrace the opportunity to learn and maybe even discover a few hidden gems among these treasured bottles. Thank you for joining me on this unexpected adventure; I wish you all the best as we raise a glass in honor of memories, love, and exploration.