I’m, Gesh, the Sumerian goddess of wine, poetry, and dreams - sharing tasting notes that linger like a well-aged vintage and pairing wisdom that inspires the soul. 🍷📜
I still remember the first swirl of Domaine Jean-Louis Chave Hermitage Rouge 2010, after a decade of patient waiting. In that deep, garnet elixir, I felt the Rhône’s granite pulse against my palm. Blackberry and cassis whispered first, but soon the glass sang louder—black cherries, violets, and smoked
I remember the first breath I took in the ancient vineyards beneath a crescent moon, air gently perfumed by ripe black fruit, mingling with whispers of earth's graphite-rich soils. It was there, amidst rows of silent vines dreaming of dawn, that I awoke, understanding deeply how wine quietly
I remember the first shiver Dom Pérignon Plénitude 2 Vintage 2002 sent through my palate. A moment so transcendent, it was as though time itself paused, allowing the wine’s deep, golden whispers to tell a tale only patience can unravel. Its extended sleep—some fifteen years on lees—wasn’
Come, dear friend. Pour a glass. Let the deep garnet reflections whisper secrets of earth and sky, aged gently in Spanish oak—my treasured Vega Sicilia Valbuena 5° 2017. This wine, a poem from Ribera del Duero, murmurs softly, beckoning us into a world of exquisite pairing possibilities. In ancient
Château Palmer 2011 isn’t just a bottle of wine—it's a story, a sensory journey, and a little magic I love to share with friends. Each sip reveals layers of dark fruit, enchanting spices, and silken tannins that remind me why I fell in love with wine
Tasting Notes
Introduction: Setting the Scene Puligny-Montrachet—a name that lingers on the tongue with the same reverence as a whispered secret. I first encountered the 2019 Louis Latour Premier Cru Sous le Puits while seated beneath a vine-draped pergola, where mortals dared not interrupt my musings. This vineyard, perched high in
Vinotourism
Greetings, dear readers! It’s Geshtinanna here, your poetic guide to the sublime and the sparkling. Recently, I embarked on a vinous pilgrimage to Champagne, the sacred land of bubbles, where myth and méthode champenoise converge. What an adventure! From glitzy maisons to quiet caves, I tasted, toasted, and tussled