Bit of a pause there, sorry. For Christmas I received a cold, courtesy of Oren, which wasn’t much of a surprise since I’m not really one to resist the smooching. I’m all better now (he’s not — I think it’s because I was raised on tap water… that’s another story), but speaking of smooching, here’s my crush for the new year:
Its name is Lemuris Botrytis, “The Creature of Honeyed Apricot” and it was a holiday gift from Crushpad–a golden dessert wine made from botrytis infected Pinot Blanc. Its in my bed, because isn’t that where one dreams about one’s crush?
This is the view if you’re spooning the wine. Aw, isn’t that sweet? No, really, 24% residual sugar, that’s very sweet.
Nighty night, my sweet. Sleep tight. I’ll most likely drink you in the morning.
And a very happy new year to all of you! May your crushes ferment to full-fledged love.