This was over a month ago, but with my dad back in hospitals / rehab / generally drugged and delirious (2024 has been one helluva ride), I can’t stop thinking about the last bottle we shared when things were better and, for a flash, almost normal.
And what a bottle it was. Fennel, strawberry, balsamic… still so young…constantly evolving in the glass.. brick dust… sage and oregano on the finish.
My dad and I have always had a challenging relationship, but he’s always shown me what’s good in life and for that I am grateful. He postponed his last round of chemo a day to share a special birthday bottle with me and there’s no one else in the world I’d rather have shared it with.
I’ve just had a lot less to say about wine lately (and a lot less to say generally) despite tasting so many things most weeks. It’s just a fucking beverage. But, then again, it’s also so much more.
My sister shared a note she found on the floor of my dad’s office. We think it’s from the day he received the diagnosis… or got the divorce papers from my mother. He made a printed list titled, “Things that don’t suck” Nebbiolo was number 5. No actual humans made the list, so my sister was a little bummed. But I understand. We disappoint; Nebbiolo rarely does.
Salud.
This was over a month ago, but with my dad back in hospitals / rehab / generally drugged and delirious (2024 has been one helluva ride), I can’t stop thinking about the last bottle we shared when things were better and, for a flash, almost normal.
And what a bottle it was. Fennel, strawberry, balsamic… still so young…constantly evolving in the glass.. brick dust… sage and oregano on the finish.
My dad and I have always had a challenging relationship, but he’s always shown me what’s good in life and for that I am grateful. He postponed his last round of chemo a day to share a special birthday bottle with me and there’s no one else in the world I’d rather have shared it with.
I’ve just had a lot less to say about wine lately (and a lot less to say generally) despite tasting so many things most weeks. It’s just a fucking beverage. But, then again, it’s also so much more.
My sister shared a note she found on the floor of my dad’s office. We think it’s from the day he received the diagnosis… or got the divorce papers from my mother. He made a printed list titled, “Things that don’t suck” Nebbiolo was number 5. No actual humans made the list, so my sister was a little bummed. But I understand. We disappoint; Nebbiolo rarely does.
Salud.
Aug 27th, 2024
Barolo, Cuneo, Piedmont, Italy
