I’ve written before that Chardonnay and I have the more quirky and turbulent of communicative associations. But with another unanticipated and sudden intersection, I find intrigue— soft floral almond and pair ripples segueing to rich custard and banana, rich lemon meringue 
Tell me to execute more mind of open shape— stop and sip, think sans blink—
In this seat, at this sitting, the Chardonnay from the Coast, and wherever in the county writes for me, has me in a humble kerfuffle, atop amorous accolade, I try delaying sip next, but the glass at me stares, commands, commends and convinces.
(MM91)