No one showed the slightest interest. The price was very high, of course, after all I had spent to bring him into existence. And then, even worse, he was different from everything they knew: he had a soul of his own, he was unique. And you know, when you encounter something unknown, you often have a hard time appreciating it.
“I don't like it.”
“It's strange.”
“It's not what we expected.”
But I grew up in a family that has always drunk the great wines of Italy and France, and I knew that what I had created was good. Very good. Whenever I organized blind tastings, my wine would come out on top and often emerge. So why didn't anyone want to give me a chance? Meanwhile, the money was running out. And I kept going into debt just to maintain the absurd level of quality I had set for myself. I had zero business experience, but a passion that burned strong. I think it was my persistence that saved me. Some people, perhaps intrigued by my young age, perhaps infected by my enthusiasm, had begun to give me confidence, buying a few cases or putting my wine on the list.
