There wasn’t much premeditation to this bottle of wine and I can’t even claim the selection of it. I have one blurry cell phone photo of it to attest that it did exist, however briefly. Despite the lack of evidence I leave you with this story.

A lone woman from the opposite coast touches down in the land of living night — Vegas. Although her sojourn is short, said woman laments the artificial city and would give anything to get back to her evergreen–her humid home where the leaves are changing to amber and she doesn’t want to miss a thing. Ahead of the pack, she awaits the rest of her party to join her.

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I had little intention of being caught out anywhere I didn’t have to be however I’m glad fate cast me out of my room in search of satiation. Which in a city like Vegas, put me in a sea of sameness. I tucked away into a dark restaurant bar and a gentleman dining next to me introduced me a wonderful red: Fontodi Case Via Syrah.

Decanted by candle, the wine bloomed beautifully. It was fresh mushroom soil and light forest florals on the nose and dutch process coca on the tongue. It was my evergreen humid home come back to me in the land of thirsty earth. A few sips (translation: two bottles) and I felt connected to my senses again amidst the numbing land of the lost.

The rest of the days linked together in a wave. I watched the blueish light of night never dim all the way as it meshed again with the yellow light of day. Most days followed the same elevator and crowd pattern. But that wine, I just couldn’t leave in Vegas.

MUSHROOM BLOOM

THIRSTY EARTH

COCOA TONGUE

EVER-LIGHT

If you can get your hands on it, I highly recommend.