A Little Wine….

The evening starts with a glass, chilled white riesling, and temperaments raked dry through a long, hot day. It is welcomingly soothing, a perfect choice for time and place, a choice that can only come from 20,000 bottles sipped at in both light and dark corners of the world, moods spread thinly like butter on rye toast across a parade of just such an opportunity. I like knowing what the right thing is.

It opens us up. It prepares us. It greases the wheels of sociability, and even among we friends the atmosphere becomes more intimate, more visceral, more open. Where the evening ends becomes of no matter because we’ve already started off on the right foot. Where we go from here is now as sure as the river flow, never the same twice but in a lifetime perhaps never different. In Vino Veritas.