This is the closest thing I have to a private diary.
Verrrry purple. Purple flowers, purple fruit, purple teeth, stained purple shirt. — 17 days ago
Bougie rosé in the park with pizza and gossip — 17 days ago
Would wear as perfume happily — a month ago
In a newsletter I wrote: ‘Margalagua’ roughly translates to ‘Mother of Water’ and I think it is obvious that the Mother of Water is wine. This is a wine for all weather, the weather forever thirsty, you always in need. The grapes are a busy blend of Listan Negro, Listan Prieto, Baboso, Negramoll and Malvasia Negra. The vines are at least 100 years old and untrained like an old dog that can’t learn new tricks but aren’t his old tricks still so good? He can’t differentiate a formal paw shake and a casual high five but he knows raising a paw to yours results in a mouthful of flavour and you too can expect a mouthful of flavour from the Margalagua. Fermented in old 500 liter barrels with the whole grape clusters included, and then raised in neutral 500 liter French oak barrels for 11 months. A tantalizing mixture of pepper and stones, pungent aromatics, with wonderful deep umami notes, high-toned citrus, spice and flowers. Float in this current, dream in the stream. — a month ago
Vintage 2009 B de B Champers: That sultry jazzy cereal bear who sings or hums in his low silky baritone ‘can’t get enough of my sugar crisp’ 🎶 🐻 🎷 🍯 🍎 — a month ago