Most of us were drinking what was already opened, or even the beer in the cooler.. but one guy... one guy, had to talk about every bottle. Go through a glorious ceremony for each. Find the perfect glasses, and people to talk to about it. It got pretty annoying, to the point the wine loving host himself was like, great to meet you, but why don't you and I get together some other time, let's focus on (couple's name) instead.
There you have two kinds of wine fans, one I like, one I couldn't stand being around. My mother is a third kind, the one obsessed with finding the highest quality to cost ratio she can. I'm not sure how I feel about her :)
Don't be the dude who grabs a bottle of my good scotch and pours it on ice in a rocks glass. The bottle of Jameson was right next door for a reason.
I don't find any of this pretentious, and more general interesting conversation.
You mean, "terroir".