A THOUSAND WINES PROJECT

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Wine, but more than wine.. a voice, a personification that wine itself never anticipated would come to materialization— song with varying chords, not subtle and not overboard, but more a loving core, a sense, a sensibility that Jane Austen would wish she’d penned, new letter from the travelled Bordeaux beauty… she teaches and reassures with her gothic romanticism and dark, atmospherically Victorian tonality.  Defying everything while loving what’s defied at the same time.. daring duality, from the fruit ease to the leathered and textural swagger.  Conviction, invitation, lit amour from sip first—

She pauses but then persists with her turn, smile, elevation, oration.  I’m smitten and bewitched and want to stay up for other sips but return cork for next night’s visit.

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A Thousand Wines Project

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Slow.  Seductive progression, but meaningful and full session— intricate flavor and character lesson, compounded narrative, chasing chocolate and leather, set to get better with time’s guide and intrinsic eye.  One of those bottles that has me thrown to paradigmatic throne.  Impossible there could be a clone, Bordeaux-loving mind altogether blown.

More reaction in-tow… This bottle like a musical and bottled Poe.  Profuse, obtuse, neither false nor excessively true with its palate-feel and sense, assembly of notes and covert winks.  Only drops into you and nothing to sink.

As air uptakes into wine’s body more loudly the story cartwheels at your vessel.  Something for all something’s, someone’s, sometime’s…. Veritable with playful tussle and composition, jazzy body and structure, atmospheric architecture and octave.

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Newly released into wine’s words, world, page, and showing the Equilibrium of assertiveness and coy character I enjoy in Pinot. What it says– Forget the data, forget work, forget the day and sip the fog from that Sonoma Coast octave and stroll. Encircling strawberries and black licorice lapping your concentration and fiddling musical decision– Sweetened wood winks avec sexy narration– she doesn’t have to ask you to follow. You just do. She has me singing, what I see in wine and what she teaches me in this petit vintage that perpetually punctuates its character and ethos, pathos, love-laced logos. Waiting for her to tell me something else, sing in notes new– She does. I don’t have to wait. Not a single breath.

Been too long…

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Light flying persona that reminds me of my interaction with it… meta but not.  An effulgent dialectic meant to sway me with its fruit frolic.  Light but insistent on attention, bright and diligent with its palate organization and orchestra.  A wine quite easy to be lost in, especially if you’ve never had a Vermentino.  Mad in its delicious diction and syncopated flavor suggestions— more narrations and cosmic skips than one-dimensional descriptors or “suggestions”.  Nothing is suggested with this wine, but artful— stated and sewn.

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Glass empty, the aromas and empirical olfactory zooms tell me to take a minute, notice how present they still are.  I wasn’t caught or convinced by her, but further taught, about the varietal, wine, my aesthetic harness to it, her.  Love wth exponents, beyond mortal integers and equations— multi-webbed web of attraction and distinctive place senses.