Just the sight of fine stemware immediately evokes salivating. The anticipation of a complex, cool fluid instantly consumes my thoughts and my entire existence. How is it that a liquid can be so seductive?
The way you allow me to hold onto the wine, swirling, slurping, aerating and engaging with the liquid before its slips towards the throat is mesmerizing. The pearly whites surrounding me are not big fans of wine, especially the red, it stains. They may think they are more sophisticated hanging on by a root, completely consumed by appearances. They will never truly understand wine the way I do.
The first sip is always the most difficult to bare, I am never sure what to expect. There is so much to decipher and breakdown, I often feel overwhelmed by the experience at first. But then the wine starts to linger, swimming with mystic. It amazes me with its true harmonious, peaceful and honest message. A delicate conversation can always be had with wine, if you are willing to listen.
As the second and third sips flow, I can start to breakdown each individual component. Wine, both red and white, are embodied by a multitude of flavors, each never as it appears. For example, the sensation of tasting blueberries but not actually chewing on the berries themselves is both a surreal and a refreshing experience. A word to the wise, watch out for the fuzzy sensation or tannins that follow, they bite!
My only wish is for wine to stay will me longer before the enviable swallow. Such is life, good things come and go, and it’s our job to enjoy them in each moment. Do not wish for it, do not long for it, just enjoy all the good when it does come. But remember, once it leaves, do not linger over its absence, know it will come again, be ready to accept it then.
In the meantime, I will be consuming food, eagerly awaiting the next sip of wine.