Swallow this

There is something decidedly romantic about drinking an aged wine fresh from the cellar with the dust of time layered upon the bottle. The simple act of selecting such a wine for consumption. Then the ritual of setting foil cutter to capsule and subsequently removing the cork with a hand held corkscrew. An act tat has been played more than hamlet for years upon years.

The delicate pour like spring rains after a long drought. The fresh clean aroma of fruit rising from the glass. The first sip to ascertain the quality of the choice. Nectar upon your palate. Complex flavors to tease and arouse the senses. Each sip from the delicate glass a burst of flavor and sensation. A veritable carnival of decadence and lust brought to fruition.