Wine tasting this afternoon. I am not a wine connoisseur. So, the “Name That Grape” game had little appeal. But, there was plenty of wine to drink. Fortunately, none of us had to drive anything more serious than an elevator.
I was hugely amused by the “cat piss on gooseberry leaves” or “hint of gentleman’s dressing room” reported tastes. I particularly liked “canned green beans”. I gathered that “canned green beans” was a bad taste. But “cat piss on gooseberry leaves” was a good one. I might be wrong. There was lots of wine.
Life is seriously weird at 79 going on dead.