When most people think of Frasier, they remember the acerbic wit, the sibling rivalry between Frasier and Niles, or Eddie the dog’s hilarious stare-downs. But for me, Frasier was something more: it was my gateway into the world of wine.
Long before I became a winemaker and found myself swirling glasses with sommeliers, I was just a curious soul watching two stuffy brothers clink glasses at Café Nervosa. And it was that very spectacle—the ritual, the language, the unabashed pretension handled with humor—that gave me the courage to walk into a wine store for the first time in my life.