Visited Sonoma County today. The rolling hills east of the Pacific are perfect breeding ground for good grapes. The morning mist coming off the Pacific hangs out late cooling the grapes until the sun burns off the fog and the loose clay soil adds flavoring to the fruit. Chemistry of each acre creates a varietal within a type of grape giving the oenophiles something to crow about. I checked out a few wineries in the region looking for my kind of beverage, that with high residual sugar. Found two. One winery located at the end of a winding road bordered by large old growth eucalyptus served an amazing 'late harvest sweet wine'. Founded by a Hungarian migrant in mid 19th century it had the best tasting wine in today's tasting. A nobleman born in Pest migrated in early 19th century seeking to see what the land of the free promised him and ended up in Sonoma where we played with some vine growing importing plants from his native land. Tokaj is a...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!