According to the all seeing and all knowing publisher of mine, it has been two years since I registered for an account. I have mentioned in my own non-technical style a lot of wine in that time, and perhaps to the chagrin of some there are still a lot more stories in this old raconteur. I am pondering that I have had the discipline to write over five hundred and fifty articles so far, and I am still having fun, most of the time. I am not the most knowledgeable author, and I am not sure that I could pass a taste for a sommelier, and then I would be a lousy one at that, because I would try to regale them with stories, rather then allow them to have dinner. I have discovered that there are some really friendly and great Bloggers that I have met, so far one in person, and I hope that in time I can meet more of you. I have also discovered that there are a group of Bloggers that for some odd reason want to “follow” you, in hopes of quid pro quo, and then you never hear from them again. Some of the Bloggers I will grant you, do not write about wine, but are doing other subjects and I try to follow them all.
Maybe there is something wrong with me, but I try to “like” and encourage every Blogger, especially that write about wine, if only marginally, as I know that it feels good to get a positive response from someone else. I am amazed at how indifferent some writers are towards their fellow writer, but I guess that is human nature and some people are just aloof and have no interest in anyone’s Blog except their own. I remember the day that I registered my name, and discovered that even with the myriad of wine blogs that my name was free and it was my first choice; I figured that was a good omen. I remember being daunted about writing my first article, and then I just sat down and wrote about six at the first sitting, and then I started to feel comfortable about it. Though to this day, I wonder if anyone cares, but I know that I have learned a lot more about wine since I began writing, and especially from reading all of the others that I follow.
I have always tried to work, and I am by no means a rich man (monetarily, but I feel rich in other ways), but I have had the good fortune to have enjoyed some legendary wines and some great meals. I have also had my share of mediocre and shabby wines and meals as well, and I even write about them. If one only drank Chateau Latour, one would have nothing to compare it to, and think that all wines should taste like that. I am an individual that enjoys to “wine and dine” as they used to say, in my Father’s generation. I hope that you enjoy that I try to make my stories personal, because the enjoyment of wine is personal, and that I tend to include my Bride in the stories when I feel that she contributes to the story, as she has contributed richly to my life.
I just went and reread my first article and I guess I can say that it still holds true and since it is short and sweet, I will just copy it here, rather then the use of hyper-links.
Posted on May 4, 2012 by thewineraconteur
My name is John Torosian and I have a passion for and romance for the wines. I can sing praises about the wonders of wine. People have suggested that I should start a blog and I thought first why should I blog, when there are great periodicals and websites that rate wines and technical facts. Well, currently I have the time to be reflective and retrospective. That would not be my intention, I am more a raconteur, and I shall wax poetic about stories and incidents that have fueled my ardent passion for the wines.
I came from humble beginnings growing up in southwest Detroit, not a major center for wines, especially in the sixties. It was a working class area, that had many watering holes, but they were establishments where one could have a few beers or shots with friends, not the place to study the nuances of the toil of the winemakers.
It is from this location, that I eventually discovered “the grape” and I have been discovering it ever since. At times I may seem to be rambling in my expositions, and I probably will. Stories may be short and sweet, or long depending on my muse.