Everyone has their first time. For some it’s magical, but for many it’s something not to be repeated. A popular question from viewers of our Wine Mom & the Critic show is “When was the first time you drank wine, and what was the first wine you ever bought?”
Wine Mom Eva Chavez and the Critic Paul Hodgins reveal their first times.
Wine Mom’s First Time
So don’t judge me! I just turned 21 and knew nothing about wine. One random weeknight, this guy I was dating (he also knew nothing about wine, but wanted to act ‘sophisticated’) tells me “Come in my jacuzzi. Let’s go have a great night. I got us some wine, I’m going to talk dirty…” blah blah blah. I go over and he does a big reveal of his bottle. It was smaller than regular wine bottles which I thought was strange. He then pours the wine into a Solo cup. A red Solo cup.
I drink it and I think, “Wow, this is so sweet, it’s amazing.” We’re in the jacuzzi, it’s getting hot, and the next thing I know I’m pounding the wine. You know what it was? Port.
He gave me Port, for my first wine. As you know, Port is fortified with a spirit, is very sweet (a dessert wine), high in alcohol, and drunk in tiny cups, not 8oz Solo cups. So I’m in the jacuzzi drinking Port wine thinking I’m fancy as f*** and saying, “Oh, this is amazing. I love it, it’s fruity, it’s delicious, it’s swe. .,” – I threw up all over his jacuzzi mid-sentence. Needless to say we broke up. Tiny bottle dude had to go.
The first wine I ever bought for myself was a magnum of Woodbridge Merlot. Ballin’ at $5.99. Drank it with my sister and a friend. The friend threw up.
The Critics’s First Time
It was the 70s, I was home from college. On a day I was alone, and had the munchies so I raided my uncle’s fridge. In it was a bottle of wine. The wine was in a basket. I thought, “I’m an older, smarter, and distinguished freshman, I should be drinking classy shit.”
It was a bottle of Ruffino, a very popular wine in the 70’s. It was sort of an oblong oddly shaped wine that came in a little basket. People that drank Ruffino were the modern equivalent to cat-ladies. They drank it because afterwards the basket could be used as a candle holder you could put on the window to light the way for spirits or moths. So there I was. I, a ‘distinguished’ freshman chugging Ruffino at my uncle’s house. Alone. The only thing missing was a quart of ice cream and a Sandra Bullock rom-com.
The first wine I bought for myself was something called Lonesome Charlie. Their slogan was “Lookin’ for a friend?” It was pink, bubbly, and it came in a four pack. I thought it was terrible. My girlfriend loved it. I moved on – from her and Charlie in search of better friends.