cherry pie in a bottle...leather sandal...melted asphalt...

By happenstance, I found my browser directed to an article on "why wine writers talk that way." The article is an interesting read, with layers of complexity and a smokey rich aroma; light on the palete with a lingering reminder of freshly cut grass.



It reminded me of a time a few months ago, sitting on my futon with someone special, reading reviews from the Wine Advocate late into the night...