We at the 20 strive to offer you great wines. We stand behind all of the wine we offer. Finally, however, we are starting to gain some recognition for our commitment to quality. Just yesterday, the results of the U.S. National Wine Competition were published online (http://www.winecompetitions.com/#nav=awards), and our 2009 Las Madres Syrah (Rainy Day Woman) was awarded both a double gold medal (which means that all judges believed it to be worthy of gold), and the award for best in class, beating out premium bottled wines from all over the country. Take that, traditional bottled wine establishment! But seriously, we are proud of our little “Rainy Day Woman” and know you will love it, so click on the products tab at the top of this page and buy some today before it sells out or you’ll wish you had.
Hope everyone is enjoying spring. In the spirit of April Fool’s Day, we could have tried to play a trick on you, but we like you too much to do something like that. Instead, we decided it would be best if we gave you something funny to watch, but also wanted to inform while entertaining. Therefore we present the following link to a video that will show you what will happen if you put a box of wine into the microwave:
We know that it is an act of faith we ask of you to purchase our premier releases without actually tasting them first. We do our best to provide you with great wine at a discount, but everyone has a different palate. We know that sometimes your taste and ours may not align. Since we are all about making sure you have an excellent experience, we will gladly refund your money if you don’t like the wine. Not all wine companies will do that for you, but we’re not just any wine company. Just reach out to email@example.com and let us know. We know you work hard for your money and don’t want you wasting it on inferior wine. Our goal is to taste tons of wine, weed through all the ones we don’t think you’ll like, and only acquire the special ones we believe you will. We wind up sampling some pretty terrible wine and we would never offer those to you. We are considering a new slogan here at the 20: We taste bad wine, so you don’t have to.
Perception can shape our reality. We all have preconceived notions about a great number of things, both positive and negative. The effect of these notions has a marked impact on what we do with our hard-earned money. Perception is the toughest obstacle we face in selling people on the idea of boxed wine. For some reason, people still can’t overcome their perception that boxed wine is of an inferior quality when compared to wine put in a bottle. Chances are good that the same wine served in a bottle and a bag would be perceived differently, though it would smell and taste the same. As we diligently work to blow these perceptions away with high-quality boxed wines, we have had to become ambassadors and evangelists for boxed wine as a concept. This sometimes gets us lumped in with the same conglomerates that give boxed wine a bad name. It can be a very tricky line to tow. As wine lovers, we have all tasted some pretty terrible wine that was packaged into a bottle, yet the perception stubbornly persists. We won’t name names, but there are some brands that litter many store shelves with cheap, poorly made wine in bottles. We can definitely use your help to spread the word and help your friends and family overcome their flawed perceptions about boxed wine. Next time you get invited to a party, shock everyone by bringing a bag instead of a bottle and blow their minds with quality.
In my opinion, it's hard to self-proclaim something was romantic... Especially when it's a guy saying he did it... My sisters beat that into me a long time ago. But just to prove how stubborn (or dumb) I am, here goes:
I grew up camping. After college I spent 2 years working at a year-round camp for youth at risk in northern New Hampshire. It was cold. Shit cold. The kids tried to kill me on a daily basis. Best job I ever had.
Then I moved to San Francisco and met Emilie. The first time I knew I was in love with her was when we went winter camping in Yosemite. Just a short snowshoe out to Stanford Point via Badger Pass. Piece of cake.
I knew right away she hated camping... Especially WINTER camping. But she handled it like a champ. Zero frowns. Smiled even as the sun went down and the thrill of the adventure was gone. It got dark. Scary dark. But never a complaint... Except about the bears she knew were hunting us...
Cut to two years later. Emilie had just finished her first semester of grad school. I ask if she's up for a quick weekend trip to Badger Pass to unwind. Weather's gonna be great I say. She's game, but I know that's not how she pictured the weekend. Especially after grinding her ass off against a bunch of number jockeys for four months straight. We drive out to Yosemite and it is a beautiful day. Stunningly so. But before we can strap on snow-shoes and head out, I admit to a bit of a personal emergency (embarrassing sure, but hey, this is love right?). So we drive down into the Valley and park in the lot of the Ahwhanee Hotel. $500 a night, chocolate on your pillow at bedtime perfection. Down comforters, in room fireplaces, room service... But not for us, 'cause "we're going winter camping!" I announce to no one in particular. After I am done taking care of my personal emergency, I say, "mind if we take a short walk?" Just to make sure everything is "sorted out internally" before we head up to Badger? Of course, she says, but we better not take too long or we'll be setting up camp in the dark. (Good, I think to myself, she has no clue what I'm up to...). We head over to Mirror Pond and it's perfect. The pond is frozen over. The waterfalls are 2000 foot tall ice scupters. Trees covered in white. Not a soul in sight.
It's exactly as I had envisioned it would be. A day we will tell our kids about... She asks if I'm feeling better. I mumble "think so". I'm reaching into my pocket while pretending to take in the incredible view, but fumbling around and trying to act nonchalant at the same time. As I pull my hand out of my pocket, my frozen fingers can't quite grasp the intended object... Something flys through the air and disappears into the foot of snow covering the bridge. I drop down instantly on all fours, digging through the snow furiously Em sounds concerned and asks if I'm ok? "FIne" I stutter. "Just another stomach cramp." Then, out of nowhere two cross-country skiers appear and ask us for directions to the hotel. Em casually chats them up while I continue my manic episode in the snow. She points them in the direction of the Awhanee a half mile away. Meanwhile, I continue furiously digging in the snow. The skiers start heading toward the lodge. Em asks again if I'm ok? I mumble something... Not sure what. And just then, sure as shit, 30 kids from a school field trip come streaming a path in the woods. I can't believe my shitty luck... Seriously? A school field trip? Now? What are the frigging odds??? We are in the middle of nowhere! "Hey, Mr., whatcha looking for?" "Uh... nothing" I reply trying to remember if I'd taken the time to add this thing to my insurance rider... Another kid holds his hand up casually "Is it this?" Em and I both look at the ring in his hand at the same instant. She laughs. I just shrug my shoulders and half smile. The kid holding the ring shouts, "Hey check this out! This dude was gonna ask this chick to marry him!" Em smiles and says "just tell me we're not really going winter camping..."
Recently, one of my good friends had told me that he was planning on proposing to his girlfriend of 8 years and that asked for my help. We had been planning a trip down to Southern California, which is where I am originally from, to watch a friend’s soccer game and to enjoy a fun trip at Disneyland. The two of them had just planned on going and he asked if I could go so I could get pictures of him proposing. It was going to be difficult for me to hide and follow them throughout Disneyland so we planned to do it early, right when they got to the park. We picked a meeting place the day before and I got there early to make sure he wasn’t waiting on me. The park was packed and was decorated for Halloween, which happened to be his girlfriend’s favorite time of year. They started walking to an attraction, close to where I was sitting. He told her to hold on so he could grab something out of his backpack, which was the ring. He dropped down on one knee and I started snapping away with my camera. She was in complete shock and started crying instantly. People gathered around to watch and when she said yes everyone around started clapping and whistling, congratulating them. It made me feel so happy to see my two friends get engaged and I was so happy to be apart of it.
My friend Mike asked me to help him set up his proposal to his girlfriend Tara. He took her out for drinks and had myself and two of his other friends meet at their apartment. Using his key, we let ourselves in, along with a tank of helium and about 300 red, white and pink balloons. We set to filling the balloons, and put all but five of them into the background of the apartment. Four of the five remaining balloons were stuffed with romantic missives about their memories together, while the fifth was filled with a message stating simply 'I love you, will you marry me?'. The first four were set on a path to their bedroom with a note card taped to each instructing her to 'pop me.' Apparently, Tara wasn't feeling like a drink (though she hadn't yet experienced the20wines delicious selection of boxed wines, to be fair), so we were putting the finishing touches on the plan when Mike called us to inform us she was making him take her home, and we just barely got the champagne on ice and sneaked out the door before they got back. Needless to say, she said yes and they lived happily ever after.
Solve for X (www.solveforx.com) is a collaborative event that brings together some of the greatest minds in the world to discuss some of the most daunting problems facing humanity today, the potential radical solutions to those problems, and any breakthrough technology that might be necessary to solve them. The work they are doing is extremely important and has begun to garner significant momentum. The website is working to expand the input to encourage everyone to contribute ideas for solving the major problems we all face. It’s going to take a lot of boxed wine (and the forward thinking people into boxed wine) to make the world a better place. Check it out today!
Boxed wine significantly reduces your carbon footprint. When wineries bottle wine to ship to consumers, the wine bottles are placed in a cardboard case for transport to their shipping warehouse. Once they have it, the warehouse removes the bottles from the case and puts the wine into a cardboard shipper, using whatever packaging materials they deem fit. When you order wine from us, there is no cardboard case, and little to no packaging material. Plus, the wine shipping in bags is significantly less heavy and takes up far less space than bottled wine. This increases efficiency and reduces shipping costs. And there is much less waste than with bottles: no bottles, labels, corks or foil capsules to dispose of.
Join the boxed wine revolution today at www.the20wines.com.
May your cup runneth over!
Few things taste worse than a ‘corked’ bottle of wine. What you’re tasting is a substance called 2, 4, 6-trichloroanisole or TCA. This compound is transferred into your wine from the cork, and even in trace amounts (mere parts per trillion) can make the juice taste like moldy newspapers, a wet dog, or a damp basement. We only occasionally eat these things (for research purposes or dares mostly), and certainly don’t recommend you try them. Just take our word for it that they are not appetizing. Don’t be a victim of corked wine! Join the boxed wine revolution today at www.the20wines.com. We do it in a bag.