You're Doing it Wrong
Speaking of reserve, I have no reservations whatsoever when calling you out for poor English skills.
Will-AM-It, Will-UH-Met. Either way, it drinks the same. The difference is the company you keep while doing so. If you want to waste this beautifully crafted and polished bright garnet wine with a rich essence of fresh Bing cherries, pomegranates and blueberries on your fly-over friends, hey, that's your prerogative.
But just so there's no mistake, these disapproving glances between sips has nothing to do with this wine. On the contrary. I find its proportioned tannic backbone, bright acidity and appealing silky finish, well, appealing.
No, no. There's a simple explanation for this look on my face, the same one I get when I've stepped in a big pile of dog mess. It's the "regional accent" excuse enacted for that gross mispronunciation. There is a right way and a wrong way to say certain things, and that distinction is very clear cut.
I'm looking at you, guy who insists it's "Missour-UH" even though THAT'S A FREAKIN' "I" AT THE END!