Still with the wines from last night in my thinking, the Chardonnay especially. Not sure what it was about its consistency and narrative, but it had me quite kept, and rather analytical in its sensory revolutions and movements; its poetic and musical protests…
Tasting room today, hopefully just like yesterday (much as I complained in the Carpe pages about it being boring)— need quiet.
At Oakville— broken meditation but that’s okay.. going to produce three salable pieces in this rod-iron chair. Watch me.. watch me make this day the best of my writing/business/wined life..
Sparkling lime water…..