Surely the patina among the pennies, this thing is anything but green. It pours deeply dark, but brightens with first light (a flickering candle) to a crimson going burgundy. As I hit it and breath in, its natural yet well-earned elegance and light forest musk coupling blueberry mash speaks softly as she pirouettes onboard like a post-show back-stage ballet (think Dan Fogelberg's Dancing Shoes; if you haven't take a listen) danced just for the moment, while I measure this fine wild flower, or is it the wine measuring me...? Like the dance, the tannins are firm but other than overbearing, instead holding, not tightly, but convincingly "dazzling, dancing, half enchanted..." The wine slow dances blueberries and Bing cherries down my throat whispering that she wants to go all night... I'm a little low on jam and she could use some some acid, but damn, dance on...🍷🕶👣🌀
Surely the patina among the pennies, this thing is anything but green. It pours deeply dark, but brightens with first light (a flickering candle) to a crimson going burgundy. As I hit it and breath in, its natural yet well-earned elegance and light forest musk coupling blueberry mash speaks softly as she pirouettes onboard like a post-show back-stage ballet (think Dan Fogelberg's Dancing Shoes; if you haven't take a listen) danced just for the moment, while I measure this fine wild flower, or is it the wine measuring me...? Like the dance, the tannins are firm but other than overbearing, instead holding, not tightly, but convincingly "dazzling, dancing, half enchanted..." The wine slow dances blueberries and Bing cherries down my throat whispering that she wants to go all night... I'm a little low on jam and she could use some some acid, but damn, dance on...🍷🕶👣🌀
Dec 31st, 2015
Tuscany, Italy
