“Adam represents the crucial link,” said Anne Saxelby, the owner of Saxelby Cheese, which New York magazine voted the best cheese shop in the city in 2007. “He’s the behind-the-scenes guy that no one hears about but that makes the entire supply chain work.”
And yet Moskowitz is equally comfortable in front of the scenes. A born showman, he keeps a microphone and a set of Technics turntables in his faux-wood-paneled office, where he delivers ad hoc hip-hop performances to guests and warehouse employees. Moments after I first met him, he cued up one of his unreleased tracks, “Life Laureate,” and started freestyling about cheese. (“I got the cheese/ It’s like the weed/ But I sell that shit/ ‘cause it’s not a dirty deed.”)
At the time, Moskowitz, a short but powerfully built guy with a tattoo of the entire cheese-making process on his left arm, was wearing a black T-shirt that read “Raw Milk Rockstar.” The phrase embodies his attempt to raise the profile of underappreciated cheese professionals.
New York’s prince of cheese | by Jed Lipinsky | Capital New York
