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Greek wine, let's stick to that

Encounters with wine, krasi in Greek. Vicky and friends, clients with a bottle of mine, a bottle popping in the hands of students and passengers.

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life seen through pink glasses (of wine)

royal flushPosted by Vicky Wed, April 25, 2018 12:52:20

Here we are. Love happened. The Man pronounced the word at the moment when people started choosing lightly woven garments over cashmere. Because Spring arrived as well: volumes and doses are being lowered in order to give the full floor to smiling, seducing faces. It would be clever to discuss this abrupt transition of ice-cold to torridly hot, but we don’t feel like it yet. Later, promise.

It seems more pertinent to break one’s head over the bottle to be presented at the first date. A rosé? Does the Man-philosopher, poet, jazz fanatic “do” brosé*?

Nothing to lose, so there we go. The Akakies rosé, fully xinomavro from Kir Yianni’s vineyards, chilled in the bicycle basket. Hoping that neither the warm temperature, nor the trembling hands, nor the belly butterflies endanger the freshness of the bottle. The Man, declaring himself a non-connoisseur, discovers crisp fruit, cinnamon, licorice and acidity. He tastes, smiles and confirms.

Him smiling, makes the world smile. His appreciation of the wine convinces me. Within two days, we’ll be discussing the climate change.

*stupid world for rosé tasted by brothers