When with my own tasting room,

there’ll be not many offerings. Three wines to taste, I’m thinking.  Invitation only, as the label is not meant to make money, but share with friends and essentially pay for itself.

On lunch now at winery, and seeing my little Room, the friends and family I have over.  I’ll invite Mom, Dad, Katie, first.  Chardonnay, Syrah, Cabernet.  Don’t care if they buy or not, of course.  Just want them to taste, offer their thoughts even though I’m sure Katie will be consulting winemaker, so she’ll know.  Or, not.  Either way I’ll host them for a tasting, soon.  Before year’s end… somehow.  Or, next year at some point. But I need my own room.  Wine and its industry is about dreams and chasing down your visions, desired and dreamt images.  So that’s what I’m doing.