I felt as if my consciousness had suddenly reappeared back in my own body. In the exact moment from which it had been plucked days, or perhaps years before. In between? I had no idea.
Unmade Plans and Slumming for Wine in Gramercy (Some wines of the Early Winter)
a selection of Berlin street art that’s not on the wall
Every day above ground is a good day, and one worthy of celebration.
The ancient Greeks called Italy “Oenotria” the land of wine. WIth over 350 regions and over 500 native wine grapes, this should surprise no one.
Balance and how to be prepared for the wine decisions of the future, by studying Mexican cuisine now.