Back in 1991, when my mother first presented our wines in New York City, she received – when granted an appointment – a simple reply: ‘For your wines to sell at $20 they should be as good as a $40 California wine.’

Fair enough. The world didn’t know us. Stubborn lady that she (still) is, she made them taste the wine. The rest, to some extent, is history.

A shelf at the store for ‘New World’ wines; separate shelves for any European country.A UK charity auction listing European countries alphabetically and South America at the end, with Argentina illogically last.A section at an international fair (which many South American producers can barely afford to attend), only to be lumped together under the banner of New World, at the far end, unreachable to any who lack the energy to walk through Croatia or Georgia.An article published in a respected magazine, ostensibly about Argentina, but somehow focused on the guiding star of Spanish winemakers.The glaring absence of South America from publications, wine lists, gatherings and associations that purport to champion the underdog, the small producer, the young and exciting.The continued use of languages of empire in wine courses far and wide, references for taste and scent familiar only to those who live in the West, bar the Asian reference owed to gastronomy and geopolitical power.

In my glass this month

Bodegas Kindgard, Sacha Tigre

(Image credit: Bodegas Kindgard / Decanter magazine September 2026 issue)

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