Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
Yesterday was an important day for us, so I pulled out something special. The cork was fungiitudinally black, but the genie that came suavely out promised to fulfill our every wish.
Mature, refined, pomegranate, cloves, forest floor, dishrag, a most divine dishrag. Lovely mouth feel: spry tannins, dancing on the tongue; oak fully integrated; scintillating acidity; wise-tasting fruit. In the flower of autumn, as it were. That magic of combining depth and lightness, where fine Burgs play the music of the spheres.
On a sudden impulse, I dipped my newborn's pacifier in the glass, shook out the excess, and popped it into his mouth. Suck, suck, suck, with gusto. Only two months old and, from a crime of opportunity, already baptized with his first wine. An Echezeaux one hundred and thirty eight times his age. Now I need a Cistercian confessor, preferably one specialized in premature Dujaculation.
PS: sorry, Mark, I intended to save it for your unpromised visit, but it was karma.
Mature, refined, pomegranate, cloves, forest floor, dishrag, a most divine dishrag. Lovely mouth feel: spry tannins, dancing on the tongue; oak fully integrated; scintillating acidity; wise-tasting fruit. In the flower of autumn, as it were. That magic of combining depth and lightness, where fine Burgs play the music of the spheres.
On a sudden impulse, I dipped my newborn's pacifier in the glass, shook out the excess, and popped it into his mouth. Suck, suck, suck, with gusto. Only two months old and, from a crime of opportunity, already baptized with his first wine. An Echezeaux one hundred and thirty eight times his age. Now I need a Cistercian confessor, preferably one specialized in premature Dujaculation.
PS: sorry, Mark, I intended to save it for your unpromised visit, but it was karma.