I like talking to strangers, dogs with beards, hair braids, flat caps, patterns on patterns, Robyn, cheese and crisp baguettes that crumb all over your clothes. I like cider that tastes like dirty earth and wines that taste like tear drops and soft waves, purple marker and fistfulls of herbs.
I am a Toronto city girl through and through. Keep your mountains and give me urban parks & winding alleys.
After university, I fled to France (#thedream) because cheese, bread, men and wine.
I worked for a fancy negociant making labels, translating websites, learning French swears and tasting expensive things. Croissants, velour and hunting trips were fun, but what I really wanted was to stomp grapes, drive tractors, wear overalls and dress like a boy.
Dreams of the land lead me to Australia because they have so much of it. I worked a vintage in Clare Valley, a small town two hours north of Adelaide with more millipedes than people. I drove machines I had no right to drive, cleaned barrels, shovelled grapes and met hilarious grape pickers from around the world.
I moved back to Toronto and spent 3 years selling badass wine to badass people, while completing my French Wine Scholar certification, finishing my WSET Diploma (so close) and traveling most places they make great wine.
Work asked me to move to Vancouver and I said yes, because beauty and weather and adventure and fear.
