Growing up, alcohol was only served in my house when my parents hosted a party. In HS and college, I didn’t like beer or most liquor or most wine. I started waiting tables my junior year and grew to love the ritual of selecting the wine to pair with the food, presenting and opening the bottle, etc. Still didn’t like most of the stuff though. At the time I drank mostly water and Dr. Pepper so I’m sure that sweet tooth didn’t help. One Saturday the whole wait staff had to go in early in the afternoon (we weren’t open for lunch) so the distriubtor’s rep could taste us on the whole wine list and give us pointers for pairing tips for the guests. The wine list was probably 5 reds, 4 whites, and 1 pink, plus the jug wine btg house wines behind the bar. I loved the white zin - obviously it had the most in common with the soda I was used to drinking. I thought the cabernet sauvignon was the worst wine on the list - way too bitter for me. Knowing about wine getting better with age (and loving the romance of all that), and knowing we were a “nice” restaurant, I bought a bottle of our white zin, which was available at the supermarket for probably $4 (This would be 1987, give or take) to age (no I don’t still have it).
Stopped waiting tables so back to drinking mostly Dr. Pepper during law school. Once I started working, within a year or so I started working on a big case with a couple of winos, one of whom had been buying Bordeaux since the '50s and who had been the other’s wine mentor. Lots of travel on that case, and pretty soon I’d had an ‘85 Talbot at a hotel restaurant in KC and then a Ridge Montebello (I forget the vintage) at Bern’s and it was off to the races. Somewhere in there, Morley Safer came along and told us red wine was health food, and that didnt’ hurt either.
My SOP was to go to the local shop, which offered 10% off on mixed cases, and buy a mixed case. All red. 11 bottles with a max of $5 (stuff like Monte Antico, Marietta OVR, Borsao, etc.) and then 1 bottle for the cellar (which was a couple of cardboard cases under the stairs in the basement) - hopefully $20 or less with a WS score of 90 or more (that’s all you need to know, right?). When the 11 bottles ran out, back to the store, rinse, and repeat.
I do have the collector/obsessive gene so at the same time I was reading stuff like Zraly’s book, subscribing to WS, and so forth. Then one day, my new issue of WS arrived and for the first time it said “www.winespectator.com” on the cover. Figuring that was this “internet” thing Katie and Bryant were talking about, I checked it out, found the discussion forum, and, well, you all know what happens then.
So I was “collecting” almost as soon as I was “drinking,” which started in my late 20s, but of course my collecting was on a much smaller scale when I was just starting my career and we had kids in day care than it became later.