No offense, Andy. More Brewhaha and More Bluehaha rhyme. You know how story titles go, to capture people into a story. You have my utmost respect.

The Tasting Panel Magazine with Meridith May (publisher, editor) has been a true champion of Petite Sirah in the past. Today (yesterday as you read this), it was brought to my attention that editor Anthony Dias Blue has just written an editoral on Petite Sirah. As it also happened, my copy also arrived in the mail on Monday. There it was… The Tasting Panel, July 2015 issue. I had already read the story on line, so no surprises… But, to have it in my hand?

The title glaring at me: P.S., I Don’t Get It

by Anthony Dias Blue

Here’s the link:

  • Look for Andy’s picture.
  • Click on the link for his latest review.
  • I just reminded all of the members of PS I Love You to take a deep breath first, before they read the story.

Personally, I’m not offended, because I’ve come to realize that not everyone likes all things.

  • Andy probably loves foie gras, I HATE it.
  • And, I’ll NEVER like it.
  • Nor, will I ever like fish. (My dad force fed me on Fridays; yeah, it was like that.)
  • We’re each entitled to our own opinions
    • We’re all different

So, Andy, it’s okay, you don’t have to like Petite Sirah. Maybe your dad force fed you Petite as a kid, but you just don’t want to like it? … You’ve blanked it out? It’s okay… I’ve had to blank out a lot, too, about fish. I get it.

I do have one issue, though, as pedigrees go: Petite Sirah is the son of Syrah (Peloursin is the mother). Just as you are as great as your father and mother in production, so is Petite Sirah. I would personally hate to think that we’re lesser in credibility than our dads. In fact, some of us turn out better. You wrote:

“First of all, I am offended by the fact that this garbage grape has by dint of its confected name, tried to trade off the vaunted pedigree of the noble Syrah from which some of the world’s greatest wines are made.”

Here’s how some ancient history has worked, by a father handing down to the next generation. Not to worry, I didn’t have to conjure this one up. I have it saved, because it’s part of my DNA, right down to today, and also includes the Kings of Scot:

Each one ruled, because of DNA nobility, and handing it down… regardless of the mothers’ pedigree.

  1. CHARLEMAGNE (April 2, 742/747/748 – January 28, 814)
    1. PIPPIN THE YOUNGER (c. 714 – September 24, 768)
      1. CHARLES MARTEL (c. 688 – 22 October 741; )
        1. PEPIN II (c. 635 – 16 December 714),
          1. ANSEGISEL (also Ansgise, Ansegus, or Anchises) (c. 602 or 610 – murdered before 679 or 662),
            1. SAINT ARNULF OF METZ (c. 582 – 640)
              1. BODEGISEL (died 585), was a Frankish duke (dux).
                1. MUNDERIC (died 532/3),  Merovingian claimant to the Frankish throne. He was a wealthy nobleman and landowner with vast estates in the region around …

Fun facts that haven’t yet been shared with you:

  • There IS some PS in France, it’s just not pervasive.
    • I have one grower in the Rhone that continually keeps me in his communications, now that he’s planted a Petite vineyard.
    • He’s somewhat furious that the US has the “claim to fame,” taking it away from the French.
    • He’s quite the gentleman, so he’s let it go, but wishes that history could be reversed.
  • Francois Durif wanted a grape to not have powdery mildew (successful on that score); but, Petite Sirah is very prone to bunch rot, because of its very tight clusters. So, with France’s terroir, Petite Sirah could be a disaster there. It’s not really that the French turned their noses down to it. They didn’t want a disaster on their hands.

In closing, you say po-TA-toe, I say po-TAH-toe, and I don’t think any less of you for finally getting that off your chest. As I think about things I like and others don’t, I’m always grateful: It leaves more of that item for those of us whom enjoy what others reject… You get more foie gras and I get more Petite. Fair is fair. Be well, Andy, and enjoy whatever floats your boat in your glass of wine. Cheers.