Nurse the Hate: Hate WSET Diploma
The WSET Diploma thing has gotten completely out of
control. I am knee deep in wine. There are cases everywhere. If you want a Bierzo or a Minervois, I’m your
guy. I am right in the middle of the
WSET Diploma “still wines” unit. What
this means to any normal person is I am studying “wine”. I am not sure why the WSET people break up
the six units the way that they do. It
breaks down into six different pass/fail tests.
The science of wine, spirits, business of wine/spirits, fortified wines,
sparkling and then still wines. The
still wines unit is massive. By
comparison, when tested for fortifieds, one has to learn essentially about
port/sherry/madeira. I already failed
that exam once in my well documented flame out in San Francisco which is still
spoken about in hushed whispers in the WSET London headquarters. That exam covered maybe about 10% of the amount
of material that this still wines exam will focus on. This gives me great concern.
It is absolutely overwhelming the amount of potential
material in which can be covered. There
are people that literally spend a lifetime trying to grasp Burgundy. I spent a week on it and can’t afford the
best examples of the wines. That’s
OK. Neither can you, unless of course
you are one of those Kardashian gals or a hedge fund manager reading this. If so, buy a decent vintage Romanee Conti and
pour me just a taste, would you? At this
point I have the same chance of having top quality Burgundy as I do a unicorn
steak. Let me put it into
perspective. There could be an exam
given just on Burgundy and I would at this point have NO CHANCE at passing
it. That’s even leaving out the rest of
the planet. I continue to shove
information into my skull, but my fear is that I may have maxed out my memory
gigs. There’s just no more storage space
left. If I remember stats on Pommard, it
only means I forget the grand cru vineyards of Chablis.
The biggest issue at this point is my inability to blend
into the English education system. This is
a London based program. One of the
reasons I did well in college is I was able to grasp complicated concepts and
apply just enough memorized facts to back up my assertions. The English system is not so much about
function as it is form. These fucking
guys know one way to bake a cake, and dammit, you better stick to their recipe.
This is not my style. I reflexively answer questions in an American
way of speaking and my word choices get clipped all the time. For example, a wine is not “dark ruby”. It is “deep ruby”. Even if you look at it and say “I would call
that dark because it is sort of flat in color whereas deep suggests layers and
layers on top of each other”, you’d better say “deep”. Deep ruby= Good. Dark ruby= Bad. If you listen closely enough sometimes you
can hear Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” playing when looking at my corrected tasting
notes.
Sometimes I taste a wine and I think “You know what this
tastes like? This tastes like if you
were sitting outside with a girl in the park that was demurely making daisy chains
on a warm Spring day, and then you lean your head onto her lap and she smiles
at you.” I would like to point out that
is the wrong answer (though an accurate description of a Falanghina I recently
had). The right answer is something like
“pale gold, medium plus nose of citrus (lemon, lime zest, tangerine), wet
stones, marble, fresh cut oregano, basil with a medium plus palate that is dry,
medium plus acid, medium body, medium alcohol with citrus (lemon, lime, yellow
grapefruit zest), chamomile, oregano, and secondary notes of stream pebbles,
kiwi skin, and nutmeg on the medium plus finish.” Yet, even then I generally get destroyed
because I didn’t bracket something correctly or place it in a wrong order. This is completely my fault however as I cannot be trusted to read the course outline much as I cannot be trusted to read instructions for pretty much anything. They do provide the dry expectations in a lengthy "guide". I just can't be bothered to read it and instead I hope I pick it up along the way. This method has worked for me so far in life, but now I've hit a bit of a stumble.
The people that grade my work see me as a sloppy American asshole
(which I am). I see them as uptight
Brits (which they probably are but don’t know it). It is a cultural disconnect. It is with this in mind that I will be
launching a mission to waltz into the WSET HQ and see what’s going on over
there. I need to see the leather paneled
walls where Mr. Livingston has graded my papers with a punishing Draconian
mindset. I want to see the high backed
leather chairs where Roger and his mates enjoy an after work sherry and
denigrate my tasting notes. Sure, it
might be subjective to call a German spatburgunder “the very essence of failure
and disappointment expressed as a beverage”, but I will stand by that tasting
note goddammit! Maybe Roger and I need
to knock back a couple of pints at the pub and talk about old Benny Hill
episodes, or perhaps recite Monty Python dialogue back and forth to build a
bond. I mean, that’s what one does in
the UK, isn’t it? Or is that all out the
window with this Brexit shit?
2 Comments:
Do you have more wine degrees than your brother has educational?
I don't think either of us technically has accomplished anything
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