Murky russet brown
sharp acidity with alcohol heat
cake and raisins
Port is such a comfort on any cold, gray, snowy weekend, especially one during which you have discovered that perhaps the purchase of a small, two-seater, rear-wheel drive convertible in a wintry climate was not the smartest move in the world. Forest green, so pretty. But this purchase was made two years ago, almost to the day, and I vow there was a blizzard that week, too. How comes it that the little car -- we call it "my Pre-cious" in imitation of the horrid Gollum, slavering over his Ring -- could not make it through the snow this time, but did so at all other times?
sharp acidity with alcohol heat
cake and raisins
Port is such a comfort on any cold, gray, snowy weekend, especially one during which you have discovered that perhaps the purchase of a small, two-seater, rear-wheel drive convertible in a wintry climate was not the smartest move in the world. Forest green, so pretty. But this purchase was made two years ago, almost to the day, and I vow there was a blizzard that week, too. How comes it that the little car -- we call it "my Pre-cious" in imitation of the horrid Gollum, slavering over his Ring -- could not make it through the snow this time, but did so at all other times?
Perhaps we had more snow. No matter. The wine is delicious. Eventually, the snow will melt, the phones will be back in operation, my Precious will function, and we'll all be thinking not so much of port but of spring brunches and summertime "patio sippers." Till then, it's off to the electronics store -- in the Precious, the village has done an admirable job plowing the streets -- to buy more minutes for my cell phone, which has been doing double duty as a land line all weekend and now beeps frantically at me to warn me of vanishing time. So true.
Ramos Pinto porto tawny, retail, about $15
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