Powdery mildew, spotted wing drosophila or frost? Nope! The new year start with drought stress. Dry January is in full play and divides the wine world into two camps.
On the one hand, we have the radical ‘dry hards’ pushing the self-installed liquid strike in order to collect karma points, and on the other, a bunch of silly ass drunkards who are triggered by this abstinence, trying to ensure that the liver is removed from the donor list by the end of January.
Militant Anti-Alcoholism vs. Unnecessary Dry January Bashing
For a passionate wine nerd, militant anti-alcoholism is of course slightly annoying, but the unnecessary Dry January bashing bothers me at least as much. These memes – stop it! ‘Dry January? I always drink dry wines!’ Not funny, Boomer. Even a corked Lafite Rothschild 1990 has more humour.
To make this clear: There is no argument against less alcohol. Never ever. You don't have to demonize liquor, that’s right, but little booze breaks can't do any harm – au contraire. Of course, it’s obviously pointless to give up alcohol for the entire first month of the year if you spend the next eleven by fucking up your liver with bullets of Pinot Noir, Riesling and Cabernet Sauvignon, but in terms of alcohol less is less.
If you want to do something good for yourself, simply cut down on your liquor consumption overall, have alcohol-free days during the week and simply skip the random glass of boring Pinot fucking Grigio on a grey Tuesday evening in that one little bistro on the market square. That's how I roll. For me, the solution is to drink less, but better. Quality over quantity. Go big or go home – and have a cup of tea.
The glasses must clink loud and clear. Cheers to the new year!
But to be honest, both sides annoy me!
Instead of letting ourselves be divided by this shitty debate, we should toast together harder than ever. I don't give a flying damn whether this happens with a classic Chardonnay from Burgundy, a low-intervention Mosel-Riesling, some freshly tapped beer from the region, organic lemonade or fucking ginger-infused celery juice. The glasses must clink loud and clear. Cheers to the new year! The madness starts all over again and we're all in this together! So let’s have a toast, 2025 will be our year. I can feel it.
Milton Sidney Curtis, wine influencer and freelance writer, brings wit, edge, and charm to the world of wine with his writing. Whether it’s fine drops from small wineries or branded wines from global players: Sidney tastes, reviews, and stirs up debate. A self-proclaimed “silly ass” for everyone who loves wine!
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