Twirl around the beanstalk and don’t call me Shirley — 3 years ago
Adore, tastes like a light bright, makes me happy, play some Jerimaqu, smile snap twirl ha! — 6 years ago
A brilliantly adorned fine lady, draped, dressed casually yet spilling elegance where one might first be lured by her skin tones dripping burgundy and mysterious light-enhanced hues humorously then hauntingly holding insisting with her intoxicatingly spicy essence where each and every spin and twist insists that you pull her close embrace and taste each twirl each kiss each exchange deeper more sincere lasting dancing spinning gripping grabbing recklessly but gently casually slipping begging - do it again - whole lotta love - cheers🍷🌀🕶
PS all good stuff at PromiseLand Market (people, juice, food, groovy tunage, southern charm and local coastal vibe in quaint but sparkling Morehead City, NC. Don't miss it! — 7 years ago
Big pastry guy as you can see. This baby never stays empty.
The wine seller calls these grapes “happy grapes.”
Plummy, rich, dark, sweet like licorice and cedar. A forest perfume of pine.
They’re definitely happy because I’m happy. This is a succulent, rich wine. A lot to enjoy. A good rouse between tannins and acid on the palate, in a good way, like an entertaining joust, a rumble in the ring, or the bull and the toreador. This is the downs I imagine Hemingway drinking from the bottle at a spontaneous picnic on the Spanish countryside in his real life The Sun Also Rises.
Dry, but not leaving you puckered and wanting more, just the right balance with a creamy mouthfeel of silken roses to follow, lingering on the palate like the twirl of the toreador’s cape in the ring. — a year ago
This is more like it, a twirl and a twang away from perfection — 3 years ago
Road trips deserve respites. Beaufort, SC’s Old Bull Tavern spinning Marvin, Jimmi, and Stevie while casually offering up perfect garlicky oil bathed snails set upon crazy freshly baked chewy sour dough simply screams for, oh yeah, the wine. This fine Pomerol waits, wanting , her dangerously dark scarlet skin shimmers as she spins in the early evening tempted by the tunes revealing her marooning shades, darker bleeding berries, showing lighter in the wafting inconsistency of candle light. Another spin , a tilt, a voyeur’s gaze, a twirl, and a first kiss’ earthy wet spice on the front succumbs to plum its well-balanced acid clutches begging another spin, The I sip slow seductive deep kiss as she floods forward - I swallow, but she clings slowly, gradually, teetering touching sliding slowly, stealthy, soothingly, seductively signaling - have another hit... Don’t miss this wine or place, both picture perfect dripping southern edge and charm with a French accent and kiss🍷🌀 — 6 years ago
Sweet but not too sweet, like it a lot — 2 years ago
Port City Hazy IPA.
Pours a deep gold w craggy head, though not that hazy unleas you twirl the bottle first. Classic tropical/guava aromas, balanced bitterness and satisfying malty palate. — 3 years ago
A somewhat older chard. Serieus vanilla caramel coffee flavours. No fresh fruits. High in alcohol, bit peppery. Has not gone all butter/wax. Lots of finesses to enjoy. Even after a few minutes there are still some fragrances that twirl around in my mouth. — 4 years ago
S.S. Mandani
Color: actually copper like, amber, orange like the setting sun
Aroma: light light apricot, a bit of brown sugar
Tasting Notes: super well balanced, honey, caramel, stone fruit (apricot)
Texture: slight twirl of tannins and acidity but in a nice congruence, a nice balance , bouncy texture, like drinking clouds of sunset — mouthwatering — 5 months ago