We were excited about this wine: a Louis Jadot Puligny-Montrachet 1984. It had sat quietly waiting in the darkness of the cellar where flecks of mold found their way along the label. But the contents remained clear. As we poured the wine into our glasses, we marveled at the intenseness of its color made ever more brilliant by the final rays of the setting sun.
I don’t know if Little Richard is practicing the principles of tai chi and is rusty about the Golden Rooster Stands on One Foot maneuver or if he is merely airing out his slippers. In any case, this little Mille Fleur d’Uccle bantam rooster lives up to his hype. In French, “Mille Fleur” translates as “Thousand…
#WineWednesday @KarltheFog “Today’s forecast: mostly foggy with a high chance of forgetting what warmth feels like.”
#Fogust continues. I was 15 miles inland before the clouds broke. Suddenly the house Chardonnay in a water glass was a beautiful thing.
A good day in the valley includes old friends, wine, and sunshine.
Your words are my food, your breath my wine.
“A house without a cat is like a day without sunshine, a pie without formage, a dinner without wine.”
A young green heron searches for dinner in the quiet pools of the Carmel River long before the heavy rains of winter.
I will drink milk when cows eat grape. -Henri Toulouse-Lautrec
“Wine is just a conversation waiting to happen.”
“Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?” — James Montgomery (British poet, campaigner to end child exploitation) The winter rains have blessed us with a bounty of wildflowers. As I headed out to the mountains last Sunday, I hoped that a break in the rain would give me the opportunity to shoot…