Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Saturday, 7 January 2017
Things of unexpected beauty
An ancient bottle of Blanc de blancs provence wine from our friends' new house's wine cellar.
I asked if I could have it - not to drink as it would probably be somewhat less than quaffable by now, but just to add to our collection of many other peculiar objects. It now graces our mantle-piece, a slightly ethereal glowing object enrobed in dust from many decades. I particularly like the delicate rusted wire and 1970s? typeface.
The previous house-owners had left about a hundred bottles of white, red and rosé, sadly most of it undrinkable, but there were a few bouvable gems such as a couple of good Bordeaux wines that were meant to be stored and some 'marc' - battery-acid strength grappa-type stuff, but most of it should have been drunk within the first few years of storage. Odd as they were 'vignerons' - wine growers . . .
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