by Mary Maynard
What Possessed Us To Open Wine?
Facebook. It all started when I read a post by an old friend who lives in the South that her daughters, THAT I’VE NEVER EVEN MET, were looking for a place to camp in Colorado Springs. WHAT? CAMP? I have 6000 square feet of empty nest here. Come NOW! And so that’s how I got to meet 2 charming accomplished young women whose faces I have watched for years on Christmas Card Photos. If this wasn’t a reason to open wine, I don’t know what is.
What Did The Label Want Us To Know?
Bogle is brief. Apparently they trust us to buy their wine without descriptors of the notes. They subtly state that they “hold high regard for the mindful tending of the soil and exacting knowledge of the cellar” which makes me think possibly Jane Austen wrote this. Maybe less is more.
What’s So Great About It?
David said it smelled smoky with a great nose and was hearty. Almost as good as old friend’s daughters. Caroline, who normally likes sweet wine said it made her tongue feel dry. She should be dry, she was in Colorado where you can’t really drink enough water. Lauren said it was delicious. I drink this often, so you know I like it.
Someone Else’s More Qualified Opinion:
Conversation This Wine Generated:
The Grand Tetons are not lying. They are grand.
The state of college degrees and how we would change the educational world.
Where the hell is Hanksville?
By Mary Maynard