Drink wine? Then you must own a yacht

Yacht broker ad
Who knew wine and yachts go together like red beans and rice?

How else to explain the ads that show up on the WC’s Internet pages?

Imagine my surprise when I saw the ad at the top of the page as I was running through my morning Internet routine the other day. Yes, believe it or not, a yacht broker.

How is that possible, given that I am the world’s foremost authority on cheap wine? That’s hardly very yachty,

The only answer I could come up with is wine. Internet ads, thanks to our overlords at Google and their co-conspirators at companies like Meta, harvest our searches and then sell the information to advertisers. That’s why, when I’m pursuing my computer geekiness, I see ads for software services and server hardware. Or sometimes see ads for dog food and the like when I am doing a search for Churro, the blog’s associate editor.

But yachts? I don’t search for boat moorings, high-end cars, luxury apartments, or $5,000 refrigerators – all things that would seem to indicate a socio-economic penchant for yachts. And, given that Google and the like sell data they glean (a polite way of saying steal) from our personal information, they should know I don’t live near an ocean, don’t own anything save for the Honda Fit, don’t live in a uber-fancy ZIP code, and that I use coupons (digital, of course) when I go to the supermarket.

Again, hardly very yachty.

But I do search for wine, and when I did the reporting for the Gallo post after the company bought Rombauer and Massican, I was looking for information about two pricey Napa producers. And I regularly search retailer and winery sites, as well as Wine-searcher, to write the blog and to do my freelance work.

So what other conclusion could the Internet bots come to? I must have a yacht to sell if I’m checking Wine-searcher for $100 Napa cabs. And, as Gallup pointed out in its most recent annual survey, wine drinkers are about as close to the 1 percent as it gets when it comes to alcohol.

So thank you, premiumization. Who knew anyone would ever think the WC owned a yacht, if not for you?