Over the years, it has been a good ride. I took a few years in between, working for an importer. I loved that side of it as well. But it was always distribution that called to me.
They don’t tell you these things in college, or at least they didn’t then. All I knew was that it was a steady job, with insurance and a modicum of freedom. So I could be a parent, have a life outside of work.
To those who are slaves to the vine, having a life is a bit of a mixed bag. A young salesperson yesterday told me that in the company she previously worked for, they told her to turn off her phone on the weekends, don’t look at your email. Let it be. Monday will come soon enough. I wish someone would have told me that, back then, when I was her age. But they didn’t. I spent many Sunday nights, making shelf talkers, preparing for the week, doing proposals, studying my inventory. So it goes. Or so it went.
For Italian wine in the wholesale distribution end, it has never been better. Remembering how little choices the buying public had in 1980, it was what we in Texas called slim pickins’. Now it is an embarrassment of riches.
Over the last 30 years, I have witnessed unprecedented consolidation. Just when you think it is over, another round starts. It’s like the sparrow hawk and the wild parrots in my back yard. Monday there were 11 parrots and 2 sparrow hawks. Today there are 10 parrots and 2 sparrow hawks. Mind you, 10 slightly more pissed off parrots. But 10, nonetheless. So it goes. It’s a natural progression, whether you like it or not. It is.
From my perch, I see a young sales force and I see a lot of dedication. The Millennials are coming along just fine, in their own way. Brands are being born, some are dying. Babies are being born, older folks are dying off. That’s just the way it is. It’s nature’s way.
I’m looking at a list of Sauvignon Blancs from Friuli. On the same list is a slightly orange Pinot Grigio wine. All great stuff. On the same list is a single vineyard Aglianico Del Vulture. As well, there is a Grillo from Mozia, a couple of Malvasia wines from Lipari. Rosso Conero to die for. Brunello from all persuasion and corners of Montalcino. Chianti, not just Classico, bit Rufina, Montespertoli. Colli Senesi. And Classico, some going back 25 years or more. In the inventory. Now. Today. All ready and available. Sitting patiently, in cool rooms, in the warehouse, of the distributor.
Like I’ve said, time and again, we’re living in the Golden Age for Italian wine in America.
Come and take ‘em.
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