I don’t hear
no stinkin’ bells.

What do you call
the sound when
you get kicked in
the head?

Thudding in on
the lighter side,
this wine appears
to be a CAB in
spite of the skimpy
clothing.

Straight CABs are
just not my style.

A truly light BLEND
might be OK.

This one IS light
for a CAB.

I’m not COMPLAINING
about the wine,
I’m just having
a hard time adjusting
to it.

I can’t help it…

HOWEVER

The more I sip, the
better it gets.

Duh.

When my head stops
“ringing” maybe I
can start to taste
something.

OK, the wine is
wonderful now.

I can taste the
DARK cherries.

That IS interesting
in a CAB with bells
on its toes.

If the vanilla was
any more “subtle”,
you could short its
detection by a
yellow Lab.

I’m tryin’, I’m tryin’.

Maybe some food will help.

Oh YES! Now the wine
tastes like honey mustard
with cough syrup on it.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Note to self: Don’t
doodle with the HM.

That’s one sandwich down,
and as expected,
the wine is “coming alive”.

Some of us have to
suffer through SEVERAL
sips of “adjustment”
before the wine starts
to BLOOM.

The Lab has her nose
in the air and life
is wonderful.

My AMBITION in life
is to be able
to fully enjoy each
wine that I drink
to the extent that
each one is the best
I have ever had.

Wine ZEN.

http://lawandstyle.ca/style/short_cellar_zen_and_the_art_of_wine_tasting/

I figure that if I can
do THAT, then I can
take the other CRAP
in stride.

I did good today.

I enjoyed the wine.

It’s all in my mind…

Broken records have
a way of…

repeating themselves
repeating themselves
repeating themselves
repeating themselves
repeating themselves
repeating themselves
repeating themselves
repeating themselves

Day FOUR…

I took two days
to recover from this
one by drinking the
Cava from the value case.

Finishing the CAB
today was WORK.

Hang in there.