On Vineyards and Vengeance

Espaliered vines hang like convicts, strung out in the vineyards as portent to passers by. But the tasting rooms are open with cheeses, retribution and grim justice - verdicts of wine. I see them, the tasters, the gawkers, giddy on the road for sips of vengeance and sublimation. I see them, glued to the glass,... Continue Reading →

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