You needed me for an assessment of the Salia? Where the hell was Jay Miller (the real one, not the fake one)? I think I may have been somewhere on the East side of the Dominican Republic when this thing happened. Had I known Vctor was coming to New York and been invited to the shindig, rest assured I would have been on a flight triple-quick.
Kane's penchant for picture-taking is becoming pretty annoying. I told him to go easy on the flash, or at least explore his camera's settings to see if there were other camera-shake or poor room lighting solutions. The baboob thing may just be a side-effect of his explorations.
Speaking of dearest Bradley, I recently made Facebook contact with an ex-girlfriend of mine from twenty years ago. She belongs to some local group called something or other about "Wine Love". I asked her if she, by any chance, had developed into some sort of a Dominican proto-wine-geek or if her interest was more casual. What kinds of wines was she digging these days?
"Oh, I just can't get into the dry ones. YUCK!"
I immediately thought of Kane. I believe this lady is newly singled (besingled?) Of course, she's not a Jew. Not even a fake Jew. And perhaps she will not meet Kane's exacting standards in terms of figure (the exact weight thing always cracks me up). But hey, it's worth a try. She has a Jewish name, what the hell...
That's an impressive product range Vctor has these days (I'm not being sarcastic, promise). I remember the days when there were just the two wines...
FWIW, I actually enjoyed a 2002 Finca Sandoval not too long ago. Not the sort of thing I would normally seek out, but no freak either. I believe I accused it of some sort of "elegance".
Oh, and yeah, what's up with that "heat-damaged Madeira" bit?
It never stops raining down here.
I need to get back to Manhattan.
Best,
Manuel