Meet the Man Who Stocks Hollywood's Top Wine Shop

Christian Navarro can barely stride 10 paces down the big, breezy corridors of the Four Seasons Resort in Maui without stopping to clap a shoulder or kiss a cheek. Though this Hawaiian luxury hub plays host to many traditional celebrities—the Oscar-winning actor Mahershala Ali hangs out by the lobby, awaiting a car—on this weekend, the first in March, 52-year-old Navarro, the president of Los Angeles’ preeminent wine seller, Wally’s Wine & Spirits, is top dog. He’s organized the resort’s first annual wine and food classic, convening high-end producers from France, Italy, California, and 200 wine connoisseurs for four days that might best be described as oenophiles gone wild.

By the adults-only pool, there’s a “glass­ology” class taught by a Riedel representative who decries the ubiquitous balloon-shaped glass as “the enemy of all red wine.” (He instructs note-taking attendees to pour a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc from a narrow glass into a paper cup, asks his co-instructor what it smells like in that lesser vessel, and nods gravely at her response: “tragedy.”) On a lawn overlooking the ocean, the “Discovery of Pinot Noir” seminar devolves into a debate about the merits of making Pinot in California vs. France. (“They can have hail in July,” says a Napa loyalist. “We have an embarrassment of sunshine.”) On the balcony of a penthouse suite, it’s time to saber a magnum of vintage Billecart-Salmon Champagne, but the sharpest tool in the room is a butter knife. No matter! An assistant rushes down to the lawn to shoo passersby away from potential flying cork and glass, but a suave Frenchman does the job quickly, cleanly, and seemingly effortlessly as Navarro whoops and shoots a video on his phone. As the host, isn’t he a bit anxious?

“Look, we’re in Hawaii,” he says. I think I see his eyes roll behind his shades; a diamond-encrusted cross glints below his neck. “For me, it’s easy. People showed up; these guys are professionals. I just have to go around, shake hands, and remember everybody’s name. If I can do that, it’s all good.”

Navarro’s swagger and carefree attitude belie his unlikely ascent to the top of the high-end wine world. His mother brought him to the U.S. when he was a toddler, fleeing violence in their native Mexico City. They settled in Palm Springs, but Navarro “never went to school,” he says, and at 18 he hitchhiked to Los Angeles with dreams of making it as an artist and friends who let him crash with them, to a point. “I was homeless,” he says. “I lived on the street and needed to get a job.” He applied for one at a frozen yogurt chain called Penguin’s and another at Wally’s, a wine shop in the Westwood neighborhood of L.A. “Penguin’s didn’t hire me because I didn’t have a high school diploma,” he says, “but the wine store needed a floor sweeper.”