15
Aug
2008
Aug
2008
We hit a winery up the road. We got there at the right time, as we were the only customers in the place. As such, the nice lady let us taste almost every single wine they had. So, we each had something like twelve or fifteen different wines. My kind of tasting!
We bought two bottles for tonight.
My cousin and cousin-in-law are about to get off work, so I think we’re heading back out. I really need a quick nap, but I don’t think that’s likely.
Having fun! Wish you were here! ![]()







Your 2¢
We used to have winos over here in the UK, but now we have Frosty Jack’s Cider-os.
It doesn’t exactly trip off the tongue but hey, they have to keep themselves warm somehow.
I’m hopelessly uncultured; I’m willing to do the whole wine-tasting thing and to put on a thoughtful expression while carefully considering the fragrance and taste and how it compares to some wine that was bottled in 1871 in an obscure region in Belgium.
Just don’t expect me to spit the stuff out afterwards in that wine-taster kind of way. That kind of thing is just SO common.
Hic.
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