Wine, but more than wine.. a voice, a personification that wine itself never anticipated would come to materialization— song with varying chords, not subtle and not overboard, but more a loving core, a sense, a sensibility that Jane Austen would wish she’d penned, new letter from the travelled Bordeaux beauty… she teaches and reassures with her gothic romanticism and dark, atmospherically Victorian tonality. Defying everything while loving what’s defied at the same time.. daring duality, from the fruit ease to the leathered and textural swagger. Conviction, invitation, lit amour from sip first—
She pauses but then persists with her turn, smile, elevation, oration. I’m smitten and bewitched and want to stay up for other sips but return cork for next night’s visit.
Thanks for the inspiration, and being my vino friend… ❤️❤️❤️