Ode to the Wine Sensei

My friend hit a big round 4-"Oh oh" date yesterday. This friend is special to me - years ago as my wine class teacher he opened my eyes to the world of wine beyond California. And so he was instrumental in all that came later. This poem was my toast and my thanks: Ode to the Sensei Seasons come and seasons go Vintages: some great and some amiss In 40 seasons the world has never known Vintage as good as this This vintage is mysterious So critics disagree Some say it's overly complex. To some, but not to me! Some say it is ethereal Fleeting and seductive like a dream Some say it is imperial Reserved, and commanding esteem Some find it inaccessible Worthy only of DRC I find it infinitely addressable Why is it so kind me? This vintage has so many layers Not easy to peel away But hear this, naysayers, For underneath that pinot skin I see the purity that lies within The vintage of the man Whom every day So proudly I call my friend and my "sensei"