The decision to hold this wine until ready made me think of a musician tuning a guitar. He’s turning the keys and plucking the top two strings until the A and the E are the same. And then he strums a heart melting deeply harmonic E chord.
I imagine this wine was tasted, tasted again, then when everything was in tune, magic happens and it’s time for sharing.
It’s glowing gold. Burnt popcorn kernels. Honey. The sweetest indulgent peach preserves. — a day ago