Google Alert said, “Wine of the Week – Inheritance Petit Syrah”
Website said, “Wine of the Week – Inheritance Petite Syrah”
Bottle said, “Inheritance Petite Sirah”
Three different spellings within 10 seconds of each other.
Only the bottle got it right.
If you’re selling it and can’t spell it… Hum…
If you’re writing about it, and you can’t read it… Hum…
That must be the odds for correctly spelling my poor, dear wild child, wine grape’s name.
When will they ever all get it right?
Will they ever get it right?
I just don’t know….
Poor Petite Sirah as it continues this saga about its identity crisis…
They’ll get it right one of these years.
“Years” is the operative word, Steve. I think my children’s generation will see it… I think I’ll be long gone.
Maybe I could get the Muppets to do a skit on it, with a really catchy tune… Let me think about this one. Maybe I’ll just do a YouTube Video with the stuffed animals around the house. Wanna be the piano player?
It will be off-key, as you know with my old piano, but it’s appropriate for Petite. What tune can you play (seriously), and I’ll write the words to go with the music, then we’ll go for it. Clark Smith can come over and sign the song.
He had his guitar out and was playing songs in the back of his pickup, after the symposium. I saw it as Jose and I drove off, and was told about it later. I think I just worked something out!
And in the song maybe you can even call the orphan grape duriff (sp?) – I just thought of an article for you to write – the grapes of syrah and petite sirah, not que sera…. I’ll bet a lot of people would love to know the difference between the grapes. I know I would.
Sondra, it would go something like this, for simple understanding…
Syrah, the noble daddy of Rhone, got together with the love of his life Peloursin. She was a lovely country, peasant child, but he couldn’t resist her petite stature. They fell deeply in love, married and had a little baby, who had such petite berries, that they called him Petite Sir Ah. Later, he was simply nicknamed, Petite Sirah, when he got to America.
Durif (with only one “f,” glad you asked) is something I only talk and write about when going back to it’s creator (kinda like God), to not confuse it further, including his own spelling with one “f.”
So many challenges, but it must have been handed to me as an assignment from the universe, because most people know how tenacious I can be.
Hi,
I’m thinking of getting into the wine business. This class at San Diego State University sounds good. What do you think?
http://newscenter.sdsu.edu/sdsu_newscenter/news.aspx?s=73092
The first few sentences crack me up. Like seriously? what’s wrong with Google Alerts? Google search even auto-correct your spelling if you commit any errors.
I say, “Go for it,” Darrell. I’ve got tons of units at Santa Rosa Junior College, because its’ so close to home and taught by industry people. It will propel you forward, and I doubt that you’ll regret it.
Melly,
I had a Sioux Indian tell me years ago that they leave one mistake in their work, and that’s the place where the spirit enters and exits the piece of work. Maybe it’s Petite Sirah’s calling to be that one loophole, so Google’s not perfect, and the spirit of the universe can flow gracefully.