Wine Tour

Traditional Wine Drinking
Traditional Wine Drinking

I was nose deep in wine; hands warmed by the bowl yet my tongue chilled. Head first down a rabbit hole with each sip, as I fell down the flavour, the flavour fell down me. Our adventures would share a certain death. Together we would bump up against opinions, spill over inappropriateness only to splash against obnoxiousness. We would drip to a pond of despair and finally lay shattered: splattered in a world of pain.

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