I’m an emotional person, and the best of my wines are infused with the barely-contained love I feel every time I’m in the cellar.
Today - rainy, gray, cold. Haven’t been in the cellar for a number of weeks. Today, got back in. Felt like Ulysses finally seeing Penelope again.
When you are in a place that you know you belong in and to, the heart thrums at a different, more fundamental pace. Such was today.
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