Twelve young candidates entered the second edition of the competition run by the Turkish Sommelier Association. It had two stages: a written paper of thirty questions, then an interview. After that four wines were set on the table, two white and two red; you had to name the grape, the aromas, the country and whether it had seen oak.

I was the only woman among the twelve. No woman had entered the year before either. Yet it is well known that women have the sharper sense of smell; the barrier is not ability, it is the thought of walking through that door.

Entering was an accident. In 2010 I had passed WSET Level 3, the level below the diploma I hold today, with distinction; I heard about the competition while going to collect that certificate, and prepared in a week. The only part I struggled with was service: I had been tasting constantly since I started in the trade and had finished the theory, but service is learned on the floor.
I always explain food and wine pairing with a salad. If, after the oil, you think “let us add a little lemon, it is flat otherwise”, you are already pairing. You are balancing aroma against taste. Temperature changes taste too; two glasses of the same wine served differently can strike you as one bad and one good.

