Old picture of a concrete egg.

Pretty sure this was at William Selyem, one day when I went over there to say hi from Arista.  Pinot… everyone loves Pinot.  And this place is like a holy ground.  I like Pinot, but I’m not that, not like that, those people that see Pinot as something more than it is, a grape type.  I don’t see any varietal that way, the way some do. Not sure why this picture takes me there thought-wise rather than how cool this egg looks.  Or how expensive just one bottle is there, I tasted and they knew I wasn’t going to buy.  Whoops.  

I want one, just to say I have one.  And look at from time to time.  Seriously.  The egg, that is.  Not a bottle.