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sensory wayback machine
Nov. 17th, 2005 10:29 pmI'm sipping a glass of mead. Not just any mead, mind you, but an old rare homebrew. Vicky 's Heather Mead. First brewed back in.. er.. '98? 99? gotthis bottle from Vicky around '01 or '02? It's been sitting quietly in my fridge all this time, because um, AFAIK, it's about the last bottle extant of this batch. And in the whacked out logic that is my mind, this means you *save* it, right?
As part of a regularly scheduled attempt to break out of my inbred programming,in a fit of hedonistic bliss, I done poured myself a glass.
mmmmmmm. Time has revealed a subtle note of sweetness under the crisp, dry, herbaceous bite that I recalled from tasting the same batch when it was new, 6 or 7 years back.
Lotta water, good and not-so-much-so, under the bridge since then.
[toast] Here's to the hope we all find a subtle sweetness in *ourselves* as we age. [/toast]
::Contemplates the purple-ey heather flower sentiment spinning thru the golden liquid at bottom of glass::
hmmmmmmmm.
As part of a regularly scheduled attempt to break out of my inbred programming,in a fit of hedonistic bliss, I done poured myself a glass.
mmmmmmm. Time has revealed a subtle note of sweetness under the crisp, dry, herbaceous bite that I recalled from tasting the same batch when it was new, 6 or 7 years back.
Lotta water, good and not-so-much-so, under the bridge since then.
[toast] Here's to the hope we all find a subtle sweetness in *ourselves* as we age. [/toast]
::Contemplates the purple-ey heather flower sentiment spinning thru the golden liquid at bottom of glass::
hmmmmmmmm.
