Welcome to the House of Jack Weasel where fine wine meets feline sophistication.
I’m Jack Weasel-- a Maine-Coon American with impeccable taste, a sommelier's palate,
one time boxer and a firm belief that life should be savored one bold Red at a time. This
isn't just a website. It's a tasting room-- curated with:
🍷 Thoughtful wine notes and discoveries across California
📚 Stories from my book — mostly true, occasionally legal
🥴 Workplace survival wisdoms soaked in sarcasm (warehouse, office, anywhere chaos lives)
🤌 Unfiltered commentary from a Maine-Coon American with a résumé and an attitude
😼 Refined wit with just enough attitude to keep things interesting
So pour yourself something worthy, settle in, and explore the world through the whiskers of a
cat who knows the difference between box wine and wine maturing in a glass bottle.
Welcome to a place where the glass is always polished, and the commentary is always dry.



Meet Jack

You made it to the bottom?
Bold move. Most people tap out way before this point.
I'm Jack Weasel Maine-Coon American, wine critic, crusty warehouse supervisor, one time boxer, and full-time trouble magnet. I roam the vineyards of Southern California like I own them, swirling and judging everything from Paso Robles to Temecula.
I've had adventures I can't legally print...well maybe, and some I barely got away with. (If you want the uncensored version, it's in the book.)
Follow the blog - I drop wine notes, workplace wisdoms, and the occasional story that HR would absolutely not approve of.
And if you see me at a winery, say hello. Unless you're drinking White Zinfandel- the walk away quietly...please.