Isn't it great to be good at something? And isn't it even greater to be even better at something than your annoying neighbour? That would seem to be the attitude towards Australian wine in this country now that we've mastered the art of winemaking to such an extent that even the Aussies are desperate to drink our wines.
There is a certain level of parochialism among Kiwis now that sees Australian wines as somehow inferior to ours. Someone turning up to a dinner party carrying an Aussie wine may easily be greeted with condescension and pity.
This is rubbish, as anyone who genuinely enjoys wine will tell you. Australian white wines might lack a certain level of balance and elegance that our climate helps us to achieve, but the good old reliable Aussie red is still a force to be reckoned with.
It wasn't that long ago that the wine-drinking mantra was: "New Zealand whites and Australian reds", but that has changed in the past decade as New Zealand reds made huge leaps forward in quality, flavour and drinkability. Gimblett Gravels, Bannockburn and Martinborough became the new darlings and poor old Coonawarra and Barossa were relegated to the status of also-rans.