Want more. More story. More intersections and collective composing with wineries. How to start…. Selling. With wineries that speak my language, and I theirs. And I if I’m not pervasively acute in their tongue, I learn it. And I will.
While with the last glass of Lancaster red last night, there was declaration, and movement in my Now wine-speak.
Wine tells me to write more about her and get lost in the myriad of vortex and truth, the ontological lasso of every vineyard row and lot tasted from the bench. Haven’t done that in a while, a blending trial. It’s harvest now, so I can’t just reach out to one of my winemaker buddies and say something like “Hey, mind if I crash the bench?” Like I used to do with Blair and Zach at Kunde.
Just ideas, this morning… wine ideas that take me to a new letter and possible talk.