Letters from a Wine Romantic

These letters are a collection of thoughts that are meant to be read leisurely, like a good bottle opened with the right person.

Inside you’ll find journal entries, tasting notes, half-finished philosophies, poetries, questionable life advice, and the occasional dramatic opinion about wine, love, and the strange places where the two overlap.

I will make you laugh, occasionally facepalm and I promise that you'll want to probably call me for dating advice - which fair warning - you shouldn't . 

If you’re here for perfect wine scores and storage tips, this may not be the place.

But if you like stories, personalities, and the kind of writing that makes wine feel human, pour yourself a glass and stay awhile.

Hi, I’m Riddhi.

I work in wine, which means I spend a surprising amount of time staring into glasses and pretending that I understand everything.

Technically speaking, wine is supposed to be analysed through neat little systems: aroma charts, tasting grids, acidity levels, tannin structures, and very responsible words like balance and integration.

My brain refuses to cooperate with this process.

When I taste wine, I see people.

Wine, to me, is that friend who drags you out on a Saturday night when you had absolutely no intention of leaving the house. The one who says “just one drink” and suddenly it’s 2 a.m. and you’ve had three philosophical conversations and made two questionable decisions.

Every bottle has a personality.

Some wines are charming and easy to love.
Some are brooding and mysterious.
Some are dramatic in ways that feel suspiciously human.

Yes, I’m aware this way of thinking may cause certain sommeliers to quietly roll their eyes while polishing a Riedel glass.

But wine has always felt deeply human to me.

It carries the fingerprints of the place it came from, the stubborn opinions of the people who made it, and the strange moment in your life when you happened to open the bottle.

So I write about wine the only way my overly romantic brain understands it: As stories. As personalities.

Occasionally as bad decisions.

If you are notorious romantic too, lets share a glass.