12/16/17: Oh shit. I think I like Chardonnay, now. Does that make me a cougar?
Tasting through the bottles, beginning of the day… guilt and pleasure, tasting note storms… in love.
Funny description– “Dusty pine needles… cherry dust flakes…” Everything to him was dust, dusty, dusted.
One guy said he got a note of soap in one of the whites, can’t remember which one. Wanted to say, “Fuck you, dude.”
Finish coffee…. then somehow I’ll taste through the wines for day..