Right now I’m imagining myself in my office, at my tasting room, noting what I want done for day, then tasting what I have to pour.  And only tasting.

A winemaker who doesn’t drink?

Why not.  Always challenge myself with this but not stop with sip, imagine the intrigue and appeal of the contradiction, a wine writer/winemaker who doesn’t drink, just tastes, spits… for writing— story, building therein and of.  Sipping coffee some more and bob head to music created by each letter button tap; jazz and only the softest but most ardent— courage in my contradictory curvature—  Parler…..