It’s a Sunday evening, and I just finished a writing the poem “Paleolithic Person Explains Cave Art and the Apocalypse,” which is dedicated to Steve Noble. I think he will get it, and he probably already has. Hopefully, he is experiencing it, too.
The poem took a couple of sittings to write, but it took about one-and-a-half weeks of carrying it around in the back pocket of my mind.
Right now, it’s cool in the eastern side of the apartment as the perfect breeze keeps blowing through. The breeze also blows the alcohol from a glass of Ribera del Duero Torremoron Tempranillo 2008 to my nose.
To the tasting. Allons-y.
It’s got a sour odor and some currants and dried cherries and dark berries. It smells deep and dark. Some vanilla at the bottom.
Oh, what a body. It’s a juicy body, alright. A full body. I don’t mean big, but rather with no holes. And it’s jelly like. Oh, why does this have to be Sunday night. I want to drink it all right now. Oddly, the body has juicy characteristics, but the wine itself isn’t as juicy as the body, but it is juicy. The earthiness restrains its potential full juiciness.
It finishes with blueberries and subtle sourness.
It’ll go good with the noodles, baby bok choy, green onions, crimini mushrooms, extra virgin olive oil, and chili oil that I’m about to make and eat. The wine’s earthiness will complement the mushrooms, I hope.
If this wine is around $10, it could be a standard everyday wine.
I like this. It’s not great. It’s just good. Good for everyday. Plus, it’s got “moron” in the name, so it must be fun! Now, I’m gonna get some more on my palate and and taste away during this breezy and lovely Sunday night.//