a question i keep on asking myself over and over the last couple of months. why do i love wine so much. what is it about this perfected essence of life that prickles my senses in so many ways that it makes the hair on my back stand up. to many people unfortunately only a way to escape the troubles of everyday reality by over-indulgence for which this art work has never been destined for. a shame really. a notion i strongly and openly oppose. what a waste and a bad show window for future purists. so why wine. well i like to think of wine as a living being. that has a beginning and an end. a life of puberty. adolescences. difficult student life perhaps. then growing up and maturing till you reach a stage where it goes downhill very quickly from there. i like to think of its upbringing in the vineyards and about the people that cared for the grapes. the circumstances it had to face ranging from extreme heat to cold windy and even icy conditions. fighting and beating all the odds to produces perfect grapes for yet another grand millesime. and afterwards how it evolves into excellence. whether you keep it for two years or twenty it has its peek. to follow the development is like watching a child grow up. until that day when you finally pull the cork and the harmony of nature is revealed. the imagination of winemaker meets consumer. appreciation of consumer rewards the collective efforts of viticulturist and oenologist together with what nature has given them that year regarding soil and climate. how they shaped and moulded those grapes into perfection. a job well done. next time you take a sip keep in mind the slog and toil. i guess that is the answer. wine releases a sense of belonging in me. it brings about a sense of contentment just thinking or speaking about it. i like the way wine makes me think about things. about life. always half full please.
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