HAURIO Chianti Classico Senesi 2018

1st sip bubbling w/ fruitiness from the bottle (couldn't wait to liberate the cork) --

got to have vino now,

for the rain is falling

--I then pour myself a glass to read Kerouac on the couch by the light of a beeswax candle and sudden flashes of lightnening. Did I say fruity? Yes on the tongue's tip; but dry as it washes over the palate, the sour earth of Italian countryside long before Aeneas paid a visit -- Bacchus may have brought his thyrsus and maenads from the East and ultimately set up a thriving vineyard colony on Greco-Phoenician ports of Gaul, but I think He always loved Toscana best.

Careful though, I'm not trying to get drunk, just inspired. It's still early. Whenever you wanna get tipsy you're facing some sweet or bitter liquid it's a chore to swallow, and now here I am too swiftly savouring magnificent mouthfuls of organic grapes from some heavenly estate lovingly bottled by Mormoraia.

It rained again the following week: I got another bottle, this time pairing w/ Bellerive brie and my homemade split-pea soup.

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