
This is at least the
third time that I have had this one.
So comforting.
Totally seductive perfume.
Pale.
Low ALC.
Nuttily astringent.
Plenty tart.
Non-intrusive fruit.
(Say what?)
Wine Fruit: Hey, I saw the
light on. What are YOU
ALL drinking?
OTWN: PN. Go away.
WF: I won’t stay long.
I just smelled that awesome
perfume. Couldn’t resist.
OTWN: Let me help you.
WF: Oh well, my GF just
opened a Garnacha.
OTWN: Vaya con Dios.
If I told the casual
wine drinker that I
liked PN from “eastern
Europe”, I would get a
blank stare.
Luckily I’m not any more
self-conscious than the
average paranoid schizophrenic.
I’ll go with “middle east” PN
if I can find it.
What will it take for the
Georgians to start making
fine dry wines and sending them
to Kansas?
I DON’T KNOW, but time is
running out FOR ME.
Where’re the autocratic,
communist governments of
this world when you need them?
Burgundy, I presume.
What’s all this “global”
nonsense for anyway?
Socks?
I don’t mind going barefoot.
(Spring to Fall only please.
I’ll drink Rioja in the winter
with my socks and slippers on.)
Lest you think that I can
dream up this nonsense WITHOUT
FOOD, let me assure you that
I CANNOT.
Lunch menu…
Chili Cheese Corn Tortilla Stacks
(Requires imagination/nightmares.)
Take it or leave it.
The best stack was the one
that got forgotten in the oven
while I was “investigating”
a “blonde” that wrote an article
on corporate bonds.
The overdone stack (the food)
was good.
I didn’t read the article
because the deck was stacked
against me.
I think I need a …
from this BIG BOTTLE.
Day Two…
Actually, the bottle COULD
BE just a little bit bigger.
Hang in there.







