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My grandfather’s love for red wine

It’s funny how sometimes you hear a person’s name and immediately relate it to something, when I hear Messi I think “legend”, when I hear Brady I think super bowl, but when I hear or think about my grandfather an image of him holding a glass filled with red wine comes to my mind. I wonder now why is that image the first to come to my mind instead of something else, my answer: because since I was young I’ve witnessed the passion, interest and love he has for what many may see as a simple red alcoholic drink, but he sees as one of the pleasures of life and even as some kind of art. I remember when I was young and wasn’t allowed by my parents to drink, he we would be tasting a different bottle of wine every Sunday and would describe the color, the smell and the taste of it. I was so impressed every time he did that, so he would let me take a small sip without my parents’ permission to see if I could recognize any of the scents or flavors he mentioned, I couldn’t recognize any most times and told him I was simply not good for this, but every time he would tell me that this knowledge came with experience. Well now a day I still see my grandfather with his glass filled with red wine every Sunday, but now that I am older and allowed to drink I have become his tasting partner. I feel like there is more than the wine itself that attracts my grandfather, I believe it’s mostly the family and the friends with whom he enjoys it. I can see how he and my grandmother get a huge smile on their faces when their sons and daughters come visit them on a Sunday afternoon and bring their grandchildren along; there is always food and wine in the table waiting for us. Back to his love for red wine, it’s amazing and funny to me that he began his own winery many years ago and now he drinks the wine he produces himself. Time goes fast, one moment you are tasting Spanish or French wines with your grandfather and the next thing you know you are tasting your grandfathers’ wine, sitting next to your grandfather, in the same place where you first tasted wine, but now having a bit more experience and being able to talk about it while he listens and looks at his glass of wine with love and pride.