A Vineyard in Napa. Doug Shafer

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Hotel was taking place, which would prove a pivotal moment for Napa vintners. British wine merchant Steven Spurrier had set up a tasting of what he considered the best wines of France and of Napa Valley. From France came white Burgundies: Puligny-Montrachet Les Pucelles Domaine Leflaive, Domaine Leflaive, Batard-Montrachet Ramonet-Prudhon, Beaune Clos des Mouches Joseph Drouhin, and Meursault Charmes Roulot. The reds were legendary Bordeaux wines: Château Haut-Brion, Château Mouton Rothschild, Château Montrose, and Château Léoville-Las-Cases.3 The bottles were covered, the esteemed French judges tasted through the lineup, tallied the points, and discovered to their consternation that they had handed the top spots to two Napa Valley wines—a Cabernet Sauvignon from our neighbors at Stag’s Leap Wine Cellars and a Chardonnay from Chateau Montelena in Calistoga. Quelle horreur!

      I’ve heard that once the bottles were unveiled, some of the judges in their arch-dismay tried to change their rankings. But it was too late. A month later the tasting was reported in Time magazine, which dubbed the event “The Judgment of Paris.” It was a story with superb appeal to Americans, who a) take delight in seeing a victory go to “the little guy” and b) enjoy French snobbery taking a poke in the eye.

      The effect of the Paris tasting was palpable pretty quickly in Napa, although it didn’t take the form of any kind of public celebration. In part, the outcome of the tasting was simply a great psychological boost for all those who had believed in Napa and moved here in the prior five or ten years to grow grapes and make wine, believing fervently in this region’s potential to stand on the world stage, only to be largely ignored outside the West Coast. It was a way vintners could tell themselves they were not crazy for pouring their lives into Napa Valley. In a fairly short time wine critics and collectors from the East Coast and from the United Kingdom starting showing far more interest in what we were doing. In terms of gaining respect in the fine wine world, I think we would have rolled that boulder up the hill at some point, but Spurrier’s Paris tasting got us there perhaps as many as ten years sooner.

      The buzz created by the Judgment of Paris had an effect on my dad. The idea of starting a winery was driven more forcefully to the front of his mind. How could it not? From our property a pro golfer with a strong drive could practically land a ball in Winiarski’s Cabernet vines. Just beyond that, Clos du Val’s 1972 Cabernet had also been selected by Spurrier for the tasting—an honor in its own right—and had come in eighth in the red category.

      By the autumn of 1977, the Cabernet vines on John’s Folly were a couple of years old, and Dad finally harvested fruit that was truly his own. He sold most of that first crop to Mike Robbins at Spring Mountain Winery (whose 1972 Cabernet had also scored well at the Paris tasting). But he hung on to a small amount and made ten or twenty gallons of wine in his basement, funneling it into cleaned-out bottles that were still labeled “Mondavi Red Table Wine.” In one corner of the Mondavi label he penciled in the historic words “Shafer 1977 Cab.”

      After Robbins had a chance to try the wine from Dad’s hillside fruit, he called and offered a ten-year grape contract. But at long last John Shafer’s dreams pulled rank on his practical side. Selling this fruit was out of the question. This was the Cabernet Sauvignon on which he wanted to build a winery.

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      Hillside Cabernet

      In 1978 it felt as if a spell had been broken. The year started with near-normal winter and spring rains, which pulled us out of the long drought of the previous years. The year went on to become one of those growing seasons when everything goes right: a summer of warm, sun-flooded days with chilly evenings, offering no rain pressure as harvest approached. The sort of year grapes and winemakers thoroughly love.

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