FINE WINE
It was a blend of varietals and the result was a medium bodied delight with notes of plum and blackberry, and just a hint of spice in the finish. It clung to the walls of the crystal goblet delightful, sheer red curtains on the pristene surfaceof the glass.
I took another sip and let the liquid swirl around my mouth for a few moments before pulling a whistle of air in through my pursed lips. The delicate subtleties of flavour fluorished and I let the wine slowly slide down my throat.
I pick up a small piece of aged cheddar from a silver tray and place it in my mouth. I chew it slowly, letting the sharp flavour of the cheese mingle with the lingering remnants of the fine wine. It is a perfect fusion of tastes.
I pick up the decanter from the tableand swirl the wine gently. It clings to the sides, just as it did in my wine glass. I pick up the empty glass, and fill it halfway once more.
I decide on a brief cahnge of venue, and pick up the cheese tray with my free hand. A few moments later, I am settled into my arm chair, in front of a blazing fire on the hearth. I sip the wine again, and pick up a piece of pepper encrusted salami from the tray, and another piece of cheese. They mingle and dance in my mouth, a swirling concoction of taste sensations.
I am normally a beer drinker, but I must admit there is a rare delight in drinking a fine wine, and pairing it with just the right foods. It is a lovely way to spend a cool saturday evening in November.
I turn on the television and flip through the channels. There must be something good on one of the travel channels, a nice diversionary escape.
