Imagine for a moment that when you Googled your own name "winemaker of the year" was the auto-suggestion. I mean, heavy is the head that wears the crown and all, but it's a sweet fucking crown to wear. If this world were a true meritocracy we would all revere the crown that Steve wears and he would rule all the lands. Drink his wines with us and with him. Hear his story, rising to the throne of Napa Valley respect. His name echoes in cellars and whispers in the winds through the valley. Amazingness.