I was feeling a little nimptopsical myself this morning, but it'll pass eventually. Someone brought a bottle of 2004 Lafont Madiran called "Hecate". It veered toward gobs of goopy and berry/cherry-ish fruit on the palate, showing big alcohol and tannins that seemed to have been microxed to the point where they might as well not have even been there in the first place. The grapes might just as easily have been Shiraz from Heathcote as Tannat from Madiran but the label is pretty cool. Well-made wine, but not what I want in a wine from that AOC.
Heading out to Venice for a walk along the beach to clear my head and my mind (there's sometimes a disconnect between the sinus and the brain, even though they share the same space.
-Eden (and a Happy New Year! "fuck you" to everyone)