I recently went to a conference on the impact of artificial intelligence on the wine industry. It was not immediately obvious why this would have any relevance to my life. I know nothing about AI, having decided not to bother experimenting with it after being reassured by my delightful first cousin once removed that as it still can’t generate convincing Petrarchan sonnets, mankind has nothing to fear. (Yes, he is at Oxford.) And it’s perhaps more shameful that – despite being married to a master of wine – I know so little about booze; I can’t even claim to know what I like, but mercifully he does.
Five years ago, our relationship counsellor told us she’d never met a couple less likely to stay together
Being extremely limited, I couldn’t conceive of how AI might have any impact at all on the world of wine, a product so very physical in its creation and nature, and so very ineffable in the joy it engenders.
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