Late last week i decided it was time to open a bottle of wine, id been holding back since getting back from the US but the consistent rain had driven me to the bottle. I had opened a bottle of Robert Mondavi Cab that i had brought back from Napa and as soon as i popped the cork i started to well up. The nose as it hit the glass took me straight back to the decking and the sight of the mountains of the valley. Could it be that the bottle was pure sunshine because it felt like that and as i swished it around my buds the flavour filled my entire mouth teasing me with images of acres of vines, grapes being dropped and the tiny little berries that i had filled up on over the summer.
This was the hardest bottle to drink because every taste made me long for the sun and the valley and as i poured the last drop into my glass a few days later, i looked out of the window to see the great British rain and cried.
2 comments:
Oh dear...I feel even worse than I did after reading 'I Love Juice' :(
Don't fret Monkey...save up yer pennies and next visit will be even more fun than the last. The decks not going anywhere.
If you come round for a bottle on saturday you had better not get all emotional...stiff upper lip now chap!
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