How did you first get into wine?
I really didn’t drink any wine until I was 36 years old, but my friend Greg Gorman, the photographer, was crazy on getting me to try it. One time, back in 2000, he said, “Hey, I’m having a wine party at my house with Peter. You should come.” And I was like, OK, he’s having a party with some guy named Peter, whatever. Then he said, “And by the way Pamela Anderson’s going to be there.” So I said, “Hell yeah.” Wine or not, I can’t wait to meet Pamela Anderson. And I show up with these pants that look like leather and find out it wasn’t a guy named Peter—it was a party for PETA.
Awkward. What finally changed your mind about wine, though?
A glass of Lancaster Estate Cabernet Sauvignon, from Sonoma County. This was back when you could still carry your wine on a plane. My friend Andre opened up a bottle on a flight, and we had plastic cups—you know, how brothers do it? I’ll never forget tasting that wine.
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What was it like?
It looked like the thickest grape juice ever, and when I smelled it, I had the same feeling as when you kiss somebody you like. Andre was like, “Just roll it over your tongue, get some air in there.” I was like, “Holy shit!” And Andre goes, “Right. That’s the feeling of wine.”