When Ntsiki Biyela won a winemaking scholarship in 1998, she had no idea what grapevines were. Today she is now one of this nation's few black winemakers in an occupation that has been dominated by white people for 350 years.
STELLENBOSCH, South Africa — When Ntsiki Biyela won a winemaking scholarship in 1998, she was certainly a curious choice. She had grown up in the undulating hills of Zululand in a small village of huts and shacks. People tended their patches of pumpkins and corn. The only alcohol they drank was homemade beer, a malt-fed brew that bubbled in old pots.
Indeed, Biyela had never even tasted wine, nor had anyone she knew. Her choice of study was a fluke. Although she had been a good student, none of her grant applications for college were approved until an airline, hoping to promote diversity, offered to pay her way to study viticulture and oenology: grapes and wine. What was wine? the young woman wondered, guessing it was another name for cider.
She had never been outside the eastern province of KwaZulu Natal, but she boarded a bus and traveled across South Africa to the wine country of the Western Cape. She gazed at the immense mountains. She puzzled over the short, thin trees planted in perfect rows. She had no idea what they were.
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Finally, Biyela tasted the beverage she had come such a distance to study. She and a handful of other black scholarship students met with a wine connoisseur, Jabulani Ntshangase. He opened a superb red, raised the moist cork to his nose and talked rapturously about the wine’s fruitiness and color and fragrance. She was handed the elegant, long-stemmed glass and was stunned. It was disgusting.
Biyela, having definitely adapted her tastes, is now one of this nation’s few black winemakers in an occupation that has been dominated by white people for 350 years. Her blends of merlot, cabernet sauvignon and pinotage have won gold medals and four-star ratings. She was named South Africa’s Woman Winemaker of the Year in 2009. In July, she was busy judging the country’s entries for the International Wine and Spirit Competition.
“Somehow I fell in love with the ever-changing content of wine,” she said, as if still surprised by her own personal journey. “Wine is never the same today as it is tomorrow. It even depends on where you drink it and who you are with and what mood you are in. It’s a very, very nice thing.”
South Africa, regularly ranking among the world’s top 10 wine producers, has far more wine than wine drinkers. More than half the production is exported, and even if everything was shipped away, most of the population would barely notice. A large majority of South Africans are black and poor. Beer is their drink, and they are not interested in a lot of conversation about bouquet.
The wine industry has a few mentoring programs for nonwhites, but there are still only about 20 black winemakers.
“You have to respect Ntsiki; she comes from a culture that is so thoroughly alien to wine,” said Tim James, a leading wine critic. “She’s actually incredibly brave.”
Ntsiki (pronounced n-SEE-kee) is short for Nontsikelelo. Her mother was a maid in Durban who saw her daughter maybe once a year. Biyela, now 33, was raised by her grandmother in the village of Kwa Nondlovu. Like other young girls, she fetched water each day from a river. She walked seven miles to a forest to gather firewood. She studied in a poorly equipped rural school.
Her scholarship was to Stellenbosch University, in wine country. Most everyone on campus spoke a language heavy with “cch” sounds as if they were clearing their throats. This was Afrikaans, the main tongue of the region and the language in which her instructors taught. She did not understand a word of it.
During the first year, the courses were basic: mathematics, physics, biology, botany. To her relief, the same subjects were taught to forestry students in English, and she attended classes with them. But the rest of the four-year program was mostly in Afrikaans. She kept up with study notes prepared in English.
Tariro Masayiti, a black Zimbabwean, was one of her classmates. He had already been trained in winemaking.
“I don’t think she even knew how to turn on a computer,” Masayiti said, “But then she changed. I say this with admiration.”
While still a student, Biyela was given a part-time job at Delheim, a large winery, and this led to her oenological conversion. She not only worked in the vineyards and the cellar but served wine to visitors in the tasting room and was consequently obliged to discuss what she poured. So she too tasted, learning the subtleties. She developed her palate.
After graduation, Stellekaya, a boutique winery in Stellenbosch, hired her as its winemaker. It was a big leap, and the winery was taking a big chance on someone so inexperienced. A consultant helped her in the beginning, but soon she was on her own. Her very first red blend won a gold medal at the country’s prestigious Michelangelo awards.
Biyela hopes more of her black compatriots will warm up to wine and says, “It won’t happen until people think of it as part of their food and not something that needs to be smelled and talked about.”
The vocabulary of the wine world sometimes amuses her. At one tasting, she listened to the connoisseurs as they detected the intricate flavors.
“One is saying, ‘I am picking up hints of cassis,’ and another is saying, ‘I can smell truffles,’ ” she recalled. “I probably shouldn’t have done this, but I said what I was smelling was cow dung.”
She did not use those words to be mean, she said. In one of her two worlds, cow dung is used to make floors and walls.
“It’s a smell I grew up with,” Biyela said. “I didn’t grow up with truffles.”