Take me away bottle. I’m interested in something different.
I’d like to go somewhere new. Give me a swig and quench my desire to be a
little different. As I gulp through the wine I explore my new surroundings and
release my inhibitions. I relax. The temptation to continue to consume is
always there. I must have more.
Round and round and round and round and round, it creates a breeze. I so easily get swept away. Pinot Noir,
God I love you. Just when I
thought I had figured you out I find myself trying to understand you even more.
On the back of my neck, right up next to my ear, in the back of my head I hear
you saying it. Pinot Noir. Splaaaasssssshhhhhh. Glass full I tip it back. Your
lifted aromas have my nose always up to your air.
Going back to where I found this particular bottle there
were the rocks, the dirt, the sun, the cycles of the moon, the people, a
corkscrew, an afternoon, the right time and place. I’m reminded that 375ml can sometimes make for a great time!
How could I, or ever be willing, to ever run out of this wine? Oregon wine,
Oregon wine glass, Oregon esters, if ever a perfume this would be exactly
Oregon in 2008. To be more specific, to only F with your world, this is Cristom, and their
“Sommers Reserve.” It so vividly reflects
the warmth of their hillside vineyards at 14% ABV., but that’s exactly what we want. Do I long for food with this wine? No. This cannot be enhanced and I don’t
want anything taking away from the moment.
