This one bottle, Michel-Schlumberger, I remember loudly tasting with my vino sis as I called her, T.  We talked about it for a couple seconds then just went outsider, stared at this tall oak tree while Dry Creek’s winds when pushed it one way and then another.

She told me she might make a move, go to another winery, but wasn’t sure.  The story changing, but always coming back to people, a drive up a driveway to a winery, maybe a gate code.

This bottle in particular, sending me back like it were yesterday or ever ten-plus years back when I was at Kunde. Wow… the time moving, and me with it.  Looking through other pictures, and if I’m to hit 3000 wine words a day, then everything should be highlighted.

Tasting at Caddis the other day with the Nurse, running into someone I used to work with at Kunde..