I’m pretty sure that if you’re a certain age and a certain demographic, there was a moment in the ’70s that your mom and her friends became aware of mass-produced, California jug wines.

Among the classier ones, if I remember correctly, was Paul Masson. Those wines came in a bottle that when the one was done left a lovely carafe to classy up your vinaigrette insouciantly next to your tossed salad served in a dark wood, oiler hand-turned bowl. The height of 1970s elegance (with an accent over the a).

Here I am at a vineyard cum outdoor concert venue emblazoned with Paul’s crest. We’re awaiting Kathy Griffin.

Irish Catholic comedian of about the right age. I’m pretty sure her mom’s samples some of Paul’s wares.