8 years in the dessert: What I learned from my time living in the sandy wilderness

Alright, so picture this: I decided to tackle this project called “Eight Years in the Desert.” Sounds intense, right? Well, it kinda was. The whole idea came to me when I was going through some old stuff, and I stumbled upon my dad’s middle name, Orin, and my mom’s maiden name, Swift. They were both such adventurous souls, always up for exploring new things. And that’s what sparked it – I wanted to create something that embodied that spirit of adventure.

Now, why “Eight Years in the Desert,” you ask? Think of the desert as this vast, quiet place where you can really get lost in your thoughts. It’s tough, it’s challenging, but it’s also where you can find clarity. I wanted this project to reflect that journey – a long, hard look at things, stripping away all the extra noise to get down to what really matters.

8 years in the dessert: What I learned from my time living in the sandy wilderness

I started with what I had. For this one time, I needed to blend. I had a whole bunch of Zinfandel grapes, about 56% of the mix, and then 34% Petite Syrah. It was like throwing a bunch of stuff together and seeing what magic could happen. It had aromas of briar fruit, ripe blackberry and dark plum. I called this initial blend “The Prisoner,” and I stuck with it for the next eight years, refining it, tweaking it.

But then, in 2008, I sold the brand. Part of the deal was that I couldn’t mess with Zinfandel for eight years. At first, I was cool with it. I was like, “Yeah, I can take a break from that.” Little did I know how much those eight years would feel like a desert in their own way. It was tough to stay away, to not tinker, to not create in that particular space that I loved.

During those years, though, I learned a lot. I realized that the desert, in its own harsh way, helps you appreciate the oasis. It gives you a new perspective. You start to see things differently, value things differently. It took all of those eight years for the wine, for the idea, to really open up. When I finally came back to Zinfandel, it was like coming home after a long journey. The first batch after the hiatus was something special. It was intense, with a dark garnet color and this amazing mix of aromas. It smelled like wild berries and dark plum, but also a bit like charred meat and something earthy, something you’d find in the wild.

Tasting it was another adventure. Initially, it was woody, a bit green, not very fruity. It made me realize that some things just need time. Like a good story, or a person growing up, this wine needed to breathe, to age, to become what it was meant to be.

So, that’s the story of my “Eight Years in the Desert.” It’s not just about wine. It’s about patience, about discovery, and about finding your way back to what you love. It’s a reminder that sometimes, the toughest journeys lead to the most beautiful destinations. And just like a good wine, life gets better with a bit of time and a whole lot of heart.

8 years in the dessert: What I learned from my time living in the sandy wilderness

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