Get new stories in your inbox.

Drink Time

A Dream Deferred,
A Shirt and A
Bunch of Empty Wine Bottles

Standing outside in the hot-ass sun somewhere around Flatbush Ave., waiting for a wine appointment that was already 30 minutes late.

Honestly, I would have just canceled.

But my next appointment wasn't for another two hours, so I waited.

With nowhere to sit.

Drunk people, homeless people, everybody seems to be walking by smoking, chatting me up, or just staring.

Funny how the smell of cigarettes feels like the worst thing in the world when it's hot and humid and you're standing on Flatbush.

I had to relax somehow.

So naturally, I started thinking about wine.

Not the ones in my bag.

Not about the stupid appointment. (He didn't buy any wines btw.)

But about how the hell I was going to stay in the wine industry without having to be out here, selling to people who honestly didn't even care enough to show up.

I started thinking about what wines actually meant to me.

What I wanted it to be.

What I wanted to say about it.

And one word kept coming back to me:

Yaad.

Home.
Earth.
Roots.

I knew I wanted to tell the stories of low-intervention wines. I wanted to immerse myself in that world. I was even thinking about going to work at a vineyard, but then I remembered I was married and I can't just take off.

Everything was sounding better than lugging that damn wine bag around in the hot, hot Brooklyn sun.

I started playing around in ChatGPT.

And then it came to me.

Yaad Wines.

I checked to see if it was taken.

It wasn't.

So I immediately claimed the Instagram handle.

That was it.

No website.

No publication.

No business plan.

Just a name I didn't want anyone else to take.

I thought about buying the domain, but at the time it felt like a lot of money to spend on something I wasn't actually doing anything with...

yet.

So I made a shirt.

My husband had an Etsy shop, so I asked him to design the logo for me.

He did.

He believed in me.

No plan. No product. He didn't even ask me how I was going to make this thing work.

He just made the design, perfectly.

YAAD WINES.

We bought two shirts.

That shirt was the first physical piece of Yaad Wines.

The original Yaad Wines t-shirt, designed by Brady, printed through BkTek
The first physical piece of Yaad Wines.

Eventually, the name became YaadWine.

That felt more like me.

And of course, Printify flagged the original design because it was considered too close to Atari's logo.

So back to the drawing board.

The logo changed.

The name stayed.

And the idea kept growing.

I even had a launch party with a few friends last November.

It must have been a little weird for them.

No product.

No real business yet.

Just a promise and a dream.

The actual launch party menu, created and executed by Taniesha and Brady
Menu curated, cooked and executed by myself and Brady, in courses all night.

And we had a blast.

A lot of wine bottles were emptied that night.

Friends gathered at the YaadWine launch party
Just a promise and a dream. And a really good night.

May their souls rest peacefully in our bellies.

And somewhere along the way, what started with a word became a publication.

A publication about the stories, the movement, the history, the culture, the science, and the people that make every bottle more than just what's inside it.

And then I realized something.

If wine has a story, maybe we should figure out what kind of VINTAGE we all are.

The Wine

Domaine Coudoulet

Cinsault La Charlotte, Languedoc, France

100% Cinsault.

From the La Charlotte parcel at Domaine Coudoulet.

Hand harvested. Native yeast fermentation. Fermented and aged in stainless steel.

Lightly filtered, with a small amount of sulfur added before bottling.

100% Cinsault  ·  12% ABV

My Take

Cinsault is usually part of the conversation when you're talking about rosé, especially in Provence, or blended with other grapes.

I loved that this one stood completely on its own.

It was light, fun, fruity, balanced, and round all at the same time.

And then I paired it with the butternut squash cold soup.

A red wine.

With a cold, delicate soup.

Priceless.

It was the highlight of the night.

And apparently everyone else thought so too, because that was the bottle that disappeared first.

Every bottle has a journey.
Every journey tells a wine story.

Until my next bottle, Ta Ta.

Got thoughts on this one? Come tell us on Instagram.

@yaadwine_

Stay Curious

Migrate With Us

No scores. No spam. Just stories about wine, movement, and the people behind every bottle — sent when a new one is ready.

You're in. See you with the next journey. 🍷

One email. No spam. Unsubscribe anytime.