![]() To quote Robert Mondavi – “Indeed enjoying fine wine at the family table, surrounded by your loved ones and friends, was not just joy – it was one of the highest forms of the art of living” (enjoy more memorable wine quotes here. Regardless of how good a wine is, you must remember one simple rule… it is only as good as the people with whom it is being shared. It was an amazing night because, good wine, truly wouldn’t be as enjoyable if it weren’t shared in good company. Though it was kept in a dark place, it was never under the right temperature, and in spite of lacking a lucky glass, I’m still amazed at how good this wine turned out to be. It traveled in the unpressurized section of a commercial plane. Simply put, the wine was just perfect, and maybe one of the best I’ve ever had! It defied all the laws of proper wine storage and conservation. It was now time to taste it… the wine was elegant and featured a definite red cherry and plum flavor, as well as a very earthy feeling to the palate. Its bold and slightly fruity aroma was in perfect agreement with my expectations. The week before the campers arrived for their four-week stay at Camp Rockbrook, we gathered together in the mornings to plan for the summer activities that lay ahead. oz.-Average Analysis: Calories-90 Carbohydrates. I was seventeen and a camp counselor in the mountains of North Carolina. No matter if youre on a journey to find love or just looking for a new hard seltzer, Smirnoff reminds you to please drink responsibly. The wine displayed a brickish hue around the edges. Love At First Sip I remember my first cup of coffee. Not surprisingly, the wine had lots of sediment at the bottom of the bottle. After airing out the wine for about an hour, I slowly and carefully poured some in my lucky glass (I’m kidding… I don’t have a lucky glass, though I probably should for moments like this). The genie was out of the bottle but was he ready to help me with my first wish? ) ![]() After opening it, we let the wine open up for quite some time. ![]() I opted for what seemed to be a safer option: under the stairs, which remains a dark and moderately cool area in the center of my house. I didn’t want to shock the wine by putting it in my wine cooler/refrigerator. I was a little scared of opening a bottle of vinegar, since it was never kept under ideal conditions. Our friend and my lovely wife kept very quiet, as they felt this moment was quite special to me. The opening procedure was practically religious. Both sharing the same affection for France, I decided to open a bottle of French red wine from Burgundy: Jean Michelot Pommard from 1981! My grandfather who lives in Burgundy came to California some time ago for a short visit, and gave me this bottle. No special occasion, just a casual get-together kinda thing. This past weekend, we had a very close friend over for dinner.
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