The first glass of wine I ever had was at the age of 8 over an Italian dinner table. Around our table, the conversation only ever covered three topics: “how delicious was last nights meal?”, “wow, this wine tastes great” and “what’s for dinner tomorrow night?!” When no one was looking, my grandmother would refill my empty glass. Little did she know she was investing in my professional development. By the time I was 12, I knew good wines should have “legs” and tannins. I didn’t know what that meant but I sure knew I liked legs.
Despite my early wine exposure, I decided to study business and graphic design. When all my peers got their first design internships, I found myself pruning grapes and meandering through rows of vines. I felt like I could finally breathe when my viticulture class took me beyond the four white classroom walls.
I happened to land the gig of a lifetime based on a chance question from my nowwife and a willing winemaker to work with a naive college kid. I made my first batch of wine in a [brand spankin’ new] trash can stored in a closet at Herman Story Wines. My wife and I hand bottled it on our front porch and drank it with friends, usually over cheap meals and late nights.
Now I feel like my wildest dreams have come true, producing micro lots of high quality wine in brand new oak. And, damn, it tastes good. To me, Ultima Tulie represents superseding our perceived or selfimposed limits. Ultima Tulie represents my love for exploring in nature, living life with purpose, loving the people I encounter, and hopefully finishing a damn good bottle of wine while I do so. My wine IS my Ultima Tulie. What’s yours?
- Cameron Stoffel
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