Most wine books start with grapes.

That is not how it starts.

It starts on a floor you cannot clock out of. A table waiting on your answer. Temperature. Glassware. The person across from you who will remember if you get it wrong.

The first time a glass stopped being a drink and became a decision, my hands shook. Nobody puts that in the textbook.

I wrote The Weight of a Glass for wine lovers who want the real path into this work — the nights, the cellars, the tastings, the part where you have to mean it.

Not a syllabus. A story.