speaking of teh necrophilia, in an overambitious moment in teh early hours of this am i opened teh magnum of hospice de beaune 1983 pommard cuvée cyrot-chaudron, perhaps because of its having been inauspiciously bottled by patriarche. it was fine, if a bit mushroomy when shared with those thirsty souls who had not yet succumbed to teh evening's debauchery.
some 12 hours later, the last third or so (which i am consuming with teh patties of ground fore-rib that drew disapproving looks from teh metzger) is on fire. study, and with a hint of bonfire, this is proper pommard with teh appropriate depth of proper pommardy fruit. it is also a testament to how well teh better 83s have not only held up, but improved.
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some 12 hours later, the last third or so (which i am consuming with teh patties of ground fore-rib that drew disapproving looks from teh metzger) is on fire. study, and with a hint of bonfire, this is proper pommard with teh appropriate depth of proper pommardy fruit. it is also a testament to how well teh better 83s have not only held up, but improved.
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