Getting back to the wine story.  No idea what it’s for, or what my focus is.  My first impulse is to start with tasting something, so why not St. Francis wines.

Last night, dinner here at the loft, with Mom and Dad and the Nurse.  All my sister’s design, all three offerings different, saying something new about Zin and Sonoma County.  But what.

Don’t worry about that yet, I tell myself.  There doesn’t need to be a clear objective or mission, or some “expected outcome”.  Just reconnect with wine, its story, the vineyards, all the pictures you have from pretty much 2012 and on…

This new wine Story, hmmm…..  like, I’m new to it.  Putting myself in the rookie’s mind.  Not a wine professional’s.

BUT, and yes yes yes!!—  The CONSUMER’S.  How they think and what they want, all their misconceptions and read-somewhere understandings.  The point isn’t right or wrong or even information, but feeling.  Being present.  Like you’re at a concert, taking in a show from some followed or new artist.

Notes from the Eletto —> Forceful romance, movement, berry cyclone dominating initial sensory contact, symmetrical and easing, while commanding attention…

Missing the words that wine would have me writing, or typing frantically like I am on this contemplative Sunday.