Distracting myself again with wine stories.  The memories and old photos, people…. Not talking about it anymore, what I just mentioned.

Can’t even write it and I won’t.

Says int he tasting room, the slow ones where I’d just write and write, taste something on the flight and make up weird descriptors like “Cold War-era catcher’s mitt”.

The woman winemaker, my sister… what she’s experienced, her 20+ years with the winery… writing that.  I need more vineyard walks, to taste and note more.  Get back into it as I was and DO NOT stop.

This shot, from the Roth tasting room.  Early 2018 I think.  Remember this day specifically I think… slow, and we were listening to music and trying the current releases.  One, a Cab, single vineyard, had me interested and needing my notebook.  I scribbled and scribbled, went outside so I could still hear the music but not get distracted.