Todd Abrams
Todd Abrams
This is one of them: Over about 5-6 hours. The rest of the family on their own adventures. Me. A bottle. Even the relatively simple and crunchy 2011 Mas de Chimeres Nuit Grave provides food for the brain and soul (although I'd be eager to attempt this exercise again with that 2010 white label Ferrando Carema that I can't stop thinking about).
With a wine I haven't tried before it's like interviewing a stranger with whom I feel almost immediately comfortable. Helios is playing in the background. I watch the eight-minute opening sequence from Leone's Once Upon a Time in the West for the third time in as many weeks. I wouldn't want to make this a habit, though. It would lose all of its magic.
So I drank alone and finished the bottle by myself. Can I be saved?
With a wine I haven't tried before it's like interviewing a stranger with whom I feel almost immediately comfortable. Helios is playing in the background. I watch the eight-minute opening sequence from Leone's Once Upon a Time in the West for the third time in as many weeks. I wouldn't want to make this a habit, though. It would lose all of its magic.
So I drank alone and finished the bottle by myself. Can I be saved?