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Thursday, September 23, 2010Parable of the Cave
![]() When savoring a glass of our Stonecrusher, after the tannin, the wine reminds me of two components to my parent's backyard in Salt Lake City. When I was growing up, they had an apricot tree. (In fact, there house was built on an old orchard) I can remember biting into fresh apricots and the distinct aromas and flavors. They also had lots of honeysuckle. I can remember the slighty sweet, very fleeting flavors and aroma of sucking on the bottom of the flowers. These flavors and aromas don't jump out and I am glad they don't. Finding them is part of pleasure for me. Labels: honeysuckle | ![]() Twitter Updates |
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