8/15/18: No more writing about wine. Wine I learn from, at times, but the thoughts that result from wine are what I’m after. Reflecting on how long I’ve been alive, what I’ve seen, how much more I want to see… want to travel. See everything. Write everything.. from this empty coffee cup, to the street I live on, the train that rushes by, what my kids will say to me tonight. Everything. People in the wine industry will have you believe that that’s all there is. Well, no… there’s a world, there are Road, there are tories… there is YOUR story.
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..