In wine there is truth. I'm sure that the more you drink, the less this is true, but still. A good wine, like a good friendship, is meant to be savored. Slowly spilling along the palate. The metaphors are endless - and overused - but wine, like friendship, like trust, is developed over time.
A-Dawg took me to a little vineyard a few minutes outside town - who knew? The wine (and lunch!) was great, and the day was beautiful.
She left with a couple of bottles; I left with a new pair of earrings and some fish vases.
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| It was an uncharacteristically beautiful January day. |
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| Before wine. |
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After wine.
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| The chairs are made from old oak barrels. |
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| Tacky, but...different. |
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