Another wine gem, delicious discovery from my vino family at K&L. Whimsy blend, teaching me about red wine and stylistics. I sit at home and sip slow, after dinner, the optimal after-dinner sipper. Waiting on my next sip, still feeling and sensing its sitting and teach on palate. Okay, I think, time to cite notes specific and actual. Have nothing. Only enjoying its order and commanding narrative, presence and poetry about me and this room, epistolary like and Austen novel. On the floor of my home office, listening to a Hutcherson track, and leaning back, hearing the wine even above his notes. Situated in my meditation, this bottle and its unexpected offerings, gift from my oeno-allies, I collect and assemble in Plath-like intimacy. Not a confession but candid communication, the puddle professing its architect and amiable holistic. Intersections like this saunter far beyond the industry, any wine business edifice, but center the character, and me here with this whimsy-told peripatetic poem-bottle. Swirling her in glass, ‘round, tango or flamenco-found.