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 pour the golden nectar into crystal, the liquid catching twilight's gentle kiss, its amber hues glowing softly, like captured sunlight. Fragrant aromas of fresh apricots and jasmine rise gracefully, memories of centuries past lingering in the air. Klein Constantia Vin de Constance 2017—this storied ambrosia, beloved
I tilt the decanter gently, watching obsidian ribbons of Realm Cellars' "The Absurd" 2016 unfurl gracefully into twilight. Twenty-two months hidden in oak’s serene embrace have transformed this Napa marvel into liquid silk—opaque-purple, edged with the soft violet whispers of dusk. Aromas rise like whispered
The first pour whispers with velvet breath after years in new French oak. As I decant the Schrader RBS Beckstoffer To Kalon Vineyard Cabernet Sauvignon 2018, I feel Oakville’s gentle twilight settling on my shoulders, a soft cloak woven from starlight and dreams. This wine, an opaque-purple robe ringed
As I decant Domaine Ganevat's Vignes de Mon Père 2017, the deep-gold robe coils into my glass like sunrise piercing Jura’s mist. It’s a slow dance of lemon-curd light, quince flickering like chapel candles, and whispers of crushed stone and almond. I’ve known this wine
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Beneath Chile’s vast, star-spangled sky, I poured Clos Apalta 2017 into a glass, watching the inky-purple liquid whisper its first secrets after twenty-six months of oak-bound silence. In that instant, I remembered tracing constellations in Apalta’s horseshoe valley long before vineyards graced its slopes. These vines, nourished by
I trace my fingertips gently across a bottle of Taylor Fladgate Vintage Port 2016, feeling the history and craftsmanship beneath my touch. Within this vessel, I sense centuries humming—memories of candlelit vigils in the Douro’s steep, terraced quintas, the cool river reflecting starlight as grapes rested, quietly promising
I stood barefoot on the gravel ridges of Saint-Émilion when Château Figeac first whispered its secrets to me. Decanting the 2018 vintage, I felt the wine stretch its limbs, deep garnet unfolding into notes of blackcurrant, graphite, and violets—memories stirred by earth and stone. Figeac, I learned, is poetry
I lingered over the decanter, breathing in the slow awakening of Château Lafite Rothschild 2010. The deep garnet hue caught the candlelight, stirring memories of a cedar bough I once laid beneath the barrels in Pauillac’s hallowed cellars—a promise of whispers yet to be heard. Initially reticent, this
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