Everything seems to be
moving so fast.

Every other day I’m
drinking a DIFFERENT
wine with lunch.

It’s tough keeping up the pace.

Maybe I should take a
“seasonal approach”.

That would be OK if
summer was 20 years long
and I could enjoy
Albariño from TIME to
TIME.

My first impression
of THIS WINE was of
OILY RICHNESS and a hint
of honeycomb.

I don’t remember much
after the first few sips
because my mind started
to wander in a most
delightful way.

I’m currently into
gummy/sticky Thai rice
with WHATEVER.

The wine went well with
the Andre’s meatballs in
caper sauce.

If this wine isn’t
“perfect for me” it is
because it is a bit
light on acidity.

Day Two…

An instant replay
of yesterday…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDCuXx5riR0

EXCEPT THAT I’m
drinking the wine
AFTER mid-morning
fresh peaches and bran muffin
on the ramp up to lunch.

This wine does not
hit me over the head
with any particular
FLAVOR.

That’s OK, I like
being conscious
WHILE I’m drinking.

Policeman: Move along. Move along.
OTWN: What happened to all
those people lying on the ground?
P: They uncorked some CA Chard.
OTWN: Ouch. What hit them?
P: Green apples. Want a taste?
OWTN: Let me grab my helmet.

I prefer illusiveness over
overtness when it comes
to wine flavors, so this
wine is WONDERFUL.

Full of favors to be named
later.

I’ll just enjoy being
dumbfounded for the time being.

Not so much that it
doesn’t occur to me that I
should spend MORE TIME
drinking Spanish white
wine.

I wish I had MORE TIME.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Cursed metronome.

OooooooEeeeeee.

The last few sips of
this one were
heavenly richness INCARNATE.

Lunch anyone?

ME? I’m still conscious but
undecided about lunch.

Dave, get me out of this…

Hang in there.