It's more than just fermented grape juice: Musings about the history of wine and a deep dive into reds, whites and regions that will make any wine lover drunk with happiness.
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As, Alex and I are relaxing after putting the gazebo together in our fence-in backyard I take a sip from my glass of wine. In thought, I’m going over how I’ve wanted this type of backyard since I was a little girl. While sipping I keep going over visions of seeing my Grandmother in her garden gardening, while also using that same big yard to entertain family and friends it’s my inspirational motivation I tell you. Just seeing how everyone interacted and engaged with one another warmed my heart to the core! Coming off one of my many thoughts that will have me in a self-battle stare off I start watching him out the corner of my eye grilling it was so sexy to me. When I fully looked his way and smiled, thinking in the back of my mind. HUH! It was hard work to get to this point. While letting a happy tear roll down my face! I quickly wiped it away. Hoping he didn’t notice! Being how attentive Alex is; he notices everything and I mean everything. I know I’m not made for the lighthearted or the weak minded. You have to come with open minded understanding that life comes with ups, maybe downs, and a lot of things we can control and others not so much. I hate to say it. Buttttt…. “When things get tough you could do a few things and each will present a different outcome, because there’s always three sides to a story.” But the only side I want to hear or be on is the truth. It was like a ghetto fairytale that sound just so unreal. He was something out of a movie while I felt I was plain Jane no one ever notices. I had to learn quickly and do everything for myself growing up until I met Alex that is, I just didn’t expect it from him. Reminiscing on how I fell in love over a glass of wine he picked for me. Brings me joy! For a second while watching him take a sip clouds my mind while leaving a fuzzy haze of endearment for him. A Gangster with chivalry is always a plus. Not only is he rough around the edges. He’s also a gentle giant. And a glass of Merlot is what brought us together. Closing and opening my eyes to enjoy my drink I see him staring at me. So, I laugh out of nervousness. Asking him what?” Oh, nothing just admiring your beauty! Why I can’t enjoy your gorgeous face now. With a giggle, “I tell him I didn’t mean it since he put it that way”. But not to sound too corny you’re not so bad yourself handsome. Why thank you Ms. lady
My Name is Kate
I am a glass of Merlot. And what they never tell you about us is that we go on dates, too. The suspense begins in the bottle. We never know which molecule of us will be chosen to go on the date, Poured out in a hurried storm that resembles an avalanche of jewels, or a rope of silk untwisting before your eyes. You might say that, in the bottle, we belong to a collective consciousness, a single unified awareness, and we don’t really know Ourselves or who We are UNTIL we are poured out, until we take the shape of the glass — until we soak up the shimmer of the décor, the swirl of the waitstaff and the roar of a restaurant rush, and become an I, a Me, a Self.
"You cannot seriously be asking me on a date right now?!" His hand reached out in the darkness to find hers. "I am seriously asking ." Her shaking hand relaxed slightly in his, palms clammy. "They won't be back for hours, it might take our minds off of well this" He gestured hopelessly, unseen, towards the blackness of the cellar.
Curating a Personal Collection
I had my first wine-tasting experience last week. I'm not an alcohol person, but I try to practice what I preach; as a creative, one must always try new things, to broaden the mind and open up the self to new creative possibilities.
Ambrosia is the food of the Greek gods and goddesses. Now some debate it’s a fruit; I, on the other hand, believe that it’s wine. The god Dionysius could make wine with his power. He could grow vines of grapes. He is the most joyous god because wine makes anyone drunk, especially if you drink too much of it. Some say that Dionysius is a joyful god, probably because he enjoys his wine too much.
Tulips and Wine
“The Jansen family estate in Sonoma was exquisite. Entering the foyer and looking left, the dining room featured high ceilings, a large mahogany table, and one of the most famous pieces of art in the world. The Dutch artist De Jong’s piece, entitled Tulip Mania, was an abstract piece of art. The planks were eight feet tall and ten feet wide when put together. The colorful oil paints were supposed to represent tulips in full bloom. Most importantly at the time, the planks fit perfectly on the dining room wall. The Jansen family had entered the wine business at the perfect time and had made handsome profits.
For The Love Of Wine
"This I would pair a roasted haunch of venison covered in juniper berries, shallots, rosemary, and a bit of salt," I stated as I drank the Estate Syrah I had just been poured. The sommelier, by now completely familiar with my culinary musings when tasting their wines, invited me to tell her what I would accompany the meat with. As we sat, teasing our taste buds with the imaginary feast, a dashing man came in and sat down next to me and ordered a full tasting. I waited as his first glass was poured before musing further about the menu. "Jen, I think that this wine has such complexity that I would want to pair it with some roasted winter veg like parsnips, carrots, fennel bulb, and carrots and seasoned with a little pink Himalayan salt and herbs. Of course, there would need to be a hearty potato of some sort, but I am thinking something simple so as not to distract from the wine... perhaps some roasted potatoes with a hint of garlic and salt?"
"You Had Me at Merlot"
Six o’clock. 6:00 p.m. 1800 hours. Ben looked down at his phone; message received two hours ago, “See you soon! Xo-xo.” A text to which, he replied, “Can’t wait!” But Ashleigh was nowhere in sight. They had met online, and after talking for two weeks, they were FINALLY meeting in person. They agreed upon La Vite for Happy Hour. La Vite was the new wine bar in town, and they were both looking forward to enjoying a fine glass of medium-bodied red wine.
First Date Flight
The personal jet sat on the runway in New Castle, Delaware. Twenty-four year-old Wilmington hedge fund manager Lenden Sill fumed. Lawyer Karita Virtanen sat across from him while his oak-colored skin soaked up the sun. Her own skin glowed white in the early morning rays. They fussed.
The Wine Machine
“But this isn’t Breaking Bad,” Dr. Waddell Lin said. “And I’m not Jesse,” Jillian Garnett said. Lin laughed. “Hand me those two beakers over there, please. If you want to earn your doctorate, you’re going to have to first complete this formula for our first date,” the doctor said. “Take that ethanol and water.”