Why I love Chardonnay

So I started this post looking for quotes on Chardonnay, and I ended up on IMDB with a personal hate of mine. The movie "Sideways". Apt I realise as I'm about to discuss pre-conceptions of love and hate.
In my time working in a wine shop I have come to grow and love Chardonnay despite all the grief and hatred it attracts. Pungent stoney fruits explode and overwhelm the senses. Rich, decadent gorgeousity overloads me as I sniff deeply into the glass and I ask...how the hell does no-one else get this?
Hmm I need to preface this somewhat. I live in Edinburgh, one of the great cities of our world, and have been lucky enough to work in a great wine shop for the best part of two years. In that time, I've never encountered such hatred for a grape as that directed towards Chardonnay. What is that about? Aye, I've heard all about the shitty Aussie over-oaked beasts that lumbered the earth during the eighties but time moves on, and so do winemakers. I'm certainly sick of people refusing to touch a drop of this honeyed nectar purely down to some piece o' rubbish they picked up in Tescos for 4 squid.
But crack open any Chardonnay handled by someone who knows its trickery and you are in for one of the wildest rides of your tongue's life! Oaked or unoaked, steely or fruit-laden, Chardonnay does more to express terroir(y'know that crazy but true concept about the land and climate expressed in the wine that the french have) than any other grape I've drunk..and not just in France. Chilean, Aussie and more recently NZ Chardonnays all scream about their region first, grape second. How can you not love that? As people we draw our identity from where we came from. Chardonnay only asks the same, give it the chance. You won't regret it.
Chardonnay, if nothing else, is the one grape that can trick and deceive you more than any other. This little fucker can be obvious, or the most deceptive double agent, in a blind tasting, with so many variations on flavours that makes it impossible for anyone to declare disdain for this, the most august of white varietals.
Yes I love Chardonnay and I'm not afraid to say it! Happy St Valentines Day to you, my chameleonic terroirist! I've sent flowers to the Cote D'or, one day I shall grace your soils.