The first time we ever opened a bottle of Bea I can remember sitting and drinking it for hours over homemade pasta one cold December night. We talked about life and where we were and where we were going. The sort of thing uniquely suited to cold late nights in December with the ones you love. The impression I have of the wine is of a wine you would want to drink at just this sort of time. I suppose one could call that "soul" and I agree that no one does it quite like Bea.
originally posted by Cory Cartwright:
The first time we ever opened a bottle of Bea I can remember sitting and drinking it for hours over homemade pasta one cold December night. We talked about life and where we were and where we were going...I suppose one could call that "soul" and I agree that no one does it quite like Bea.
eh, number-cruncher rationalist! It's like the man said: if you have to 'splain it, you just won't get it. And I am sure there are others, but I'm not catching any on my tongue yet...