The "Journey" To The 2026 Master Of Wine Exam
As so many of these posts have begun, I am on a flight to SFO. The exam sits in front of me, like some sort of cosmetic dentistry appointment. On the one hand I am dreading it, but on the other, I can’t wait to get it over with and move on. Last year when I flew out to take the exam, I knew I had no chance of passing it. I had gaping holes in my knowledge that the mechanism of the exam would make impossible to conceal. I knew that I would get exposed by my lack of technical winemaking and viticultural knowledge. Even in my subconscious last year my dreams would starkly remind me that I was tumbling into something wholly unprepared. I had two months of variations of dreams where I was showing up at college courses where I was sitting down to have a test passed out to me, but I wasn’t even aware that I had been registered to the class. I haven’t had one of those dreams this year. This year I just want to take the fucking thing a...
