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Crazy good right-time-of-the-year-for-no-wood French Chardonnay, herbal and melon from nose to finish showing plenty of acid/tannic softly clinging depth front to back (even without wood), hints of some cantaloupe towards the end and a tinge of fresh raw celery throughout the drink. This wine was brilliantly paired with a groovy tart greens-based salad, at my buddy, Geoph Adams', waterfront Black Sheep, in Beaufort, NC. Don't miss his magic moment when hanging or passing through NC's middle cape, which is Lookout (Beaufort being lazy, crazy, cool). Another brilliant wine by Eric and Laure's Queen of Wines (boutique importing and distribution bringing the passion of France straight into NC) so cool!!! — 3 hours ago — 15 days ago
Dressed in garnet going purple a bit wispy with a slow spin and a rhythmic twirl, the light catches an interesting blue defining her rim, another spin, another twirl, face to face, her leather then her lace, her first kiss lingers then goes deep, spice enhanced earthiness black and blueberry, a hit of acid gives way to her tannic grip lingering, clinging as she slips, drags, then she releases over the edge - so I beg another pour, as the crazy-cool spot-on-proper tunage of Morehead City, North Carolina's Promise Land Market sings out songs some from now and some from then - check it out...
Skål! — 8 months ago
Draped in burgundy and deep purple she danced my way with swirls and twirls, then a lasting lingering lusty wet kiss, her spice-sliced aromatic essence goes musk as rain drops splatter the stone floor mix and match with her red and blue fruit juices she hangs, hovers, then unctuously slips away - so I pull her back, spin her around, pull her close and imbibe over and over and...🍷🕶 — a year ago
Kicking back letting the local tunes adjust my attitude with wine:30 showing on the clock she strolls in my direction digging the slow roll Hendrix spinning left then twisting right dressed in deep purple clinging and flowing interestingly crimson along her rim and edges back to casually claret whispering that she's from a small chateau hanging on the right bank of the Gironde near Arveyres. Offering her hand, I accept pulling her in close then a slow spin and a slower twirl she comes close bathed in the essence of blackberry and spice, young but ripe, wet earthy slowly working her way to a first kiss dripping then gripping, pulling tightly then going soft and silky still clinging while working her way deeper. I close my eyes, Hendrix stops and she's gone. A distant guitar string bends an unknown player. I spot her by the bar, her colors waving in the breeze of a lazy fan I reach out take her firmly by the neck, then lower bending her gently back then spinning her my way, she again engages, her essence lingering in my memory, we dance on as the tunes continue their spin. Later, when we are both done I figure she's likely a fine Merlot brightened by Cab Franc having found her way through new French oak nestled by the river, intelligently nuanced well worth the dance and cost is not an issue...
Hanging at Promise' Land Market where the tunes are always righteous, the people are cool, the conversation is groovy and wines dance from the walls... — 4 months ago
Pizzaeria Mercato in Carrboro, NC. Do it! — 7 months ago
She snagged me unknowingly from behind spinning spices from both far and near barely dressed in burgundy satin and a slightly nasty soft silk which I feel, inhale, turning her my way, her eyes engage pulling me in close, then closer her lips on mine she drips then slowly touches, thoroughly seducing as her silk clings, clutches as her blueberry essence goes red - the music changes a note, then a riff, and then she dives her fingers gingerly wave reminding me to have another hit... — 9 months ago
Not my usual juice, but getting a first blush, as a second wine, @ Kyle's Full Circle, in Morehead City, NC (do not miss his fish, salads, and brick oven pizza among other things - world class in tiny local coastal setting), on a crisp December coastal evening. Back to the wine - purple goes burgundy then maroon, on the rim ( and my white cashmere), blue berry and spice post a twist, a turn and a nose hit, but something deserving more time, she lingers like a first truffle dance making me think, ponder, then pour a little in my mouth, where she spreads her butterscotch wings (from where did that come) her reach, her...depth soothingly painting front to back, unctuously hangin round, long and luscious... I'm anticipating a swan dive, but, instead she slowly sneaks over the edge, clutching every crevice - damn! Spin and spill again and again - you'll dig it - "dance to the music..." (vintage Sly & The Family Stone & me)...✌🏻️💙🍷🌀 — 7 months ago