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 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
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