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Say What!? Wine Tasting Chart. I actually want to take this with me to tastings…
sparklesandpretending:

wine tasting chart

Say What!? Wine Tasting Chart. I actually want to take this with me to tastings…

sparklesandpretending:

wine tasting chart

Recycle your corks, people!! One of the under-discussed parts of the wine industry.
rebeccalando:

13 billion wine corks are popped and discarded every year.
It takes 25 years for a cork tree to reach harvestable maturity.
Recork.org helps recycle used corks. 

Recycle your corks, people!! One of the under-discussed parts of the wine industry.

rebeccalando:

13 billion wine corks are popped and discarded every year.

It takes 25 years for a cork tree to reach harvestable maturity.

Recork.org helps recycle used corks. 

This wine key is just amazing. Pick one up and let me know how it is!
airportfolio:

via bluecashewkitchen.com
jasper morrison

This wine key is just amazing. Pick one up and let me know how it is!

airportfolio:

via bluecashewkitchen.com

jasper morrison

AMAAAAAZIIIING Great wine tote, or greatest wine tote? The latter, gentlemen and ladies!
nettap:

a purse for your wine:
The Baggy Winecoat is a $58 purse for your wine. It’s basically a glorified box and that’s a-okay with me because I’ll drink out of anything with alcohol in it.  Including, and not just limited to: your liver.  You think I  won’t drug you and cut that thing out?
[via:geekologie:@mollsrawks]

AMAAAAAZIIIING Great wine tote, or greatest wine tote? The latter, gentlemen and ladies!

nettap:

a purse for your wine:

The Baggy Winecoat is a $58 purse for your wine. It’s basically a glorified box and that’s a-okay with me because I’ll drink out of anything with alcohol in it. Including, and not just limited to: your liver. You think I won’t drug you and cut that thing out?

[via:geekologie:@mollsrawks]

lonetreevineyard:

Blood Into Wine

Musician Maynard James Keenan (Tool, A Perfect Circle) is growing grapes and making wine in Northern Arizona. Beside his shaved head and the documentary film, we’re practically kindred spirits.

I haven’t seen this yet, but am looking forward to it.

Neat photo and poem!
grlucas:

The Stranger
These evenings over the restaurantsthe air is hot and strangely cloying,and shouts drift from the drunkards’ hauntson the putrid breath of spring.
Far off, over dusty side-streets can be seen—over snug villas mile on mile—the golden glint of a baker’s sign,and one can hear the children wail.
And every evening, past the level-crossing, the jocular swells,bowlers titled at a rakish angle,stroll between ditches with their girls.
Over the lake the rowlocks scrapingand women screeching can be heard,and in a sky inured to everythingthe moon leers down like a drunkard.
Each evening my one and only friend,reflected at my glass’s brink,like me is fuddled and constrainedby the thick, mysterious drink.
And next to us, at the table besideour table, somnolent waiters passand drunks to one another, rabbit-eyed,call out “In vino veritas.”
Each evening, at the appointed moment(or is this only in a dream?)a girl’s shape in a silken garmentshows dark against the window’s steam.
And slowly between the drunkards weaving,as always unescorted, thereshe sits down by the window, leavinga mist of perfume in the air.
And a breath of ancient legends gathersabout her silk dress as it swings,about her hat with its mourning feathers,and her slender hand with its rings.
And rooted there by the curious presence,I search the shadowy veil once moreand through it see an enchanted distancebeyond an enchanted shore.
Vague confidences in my ear are loosed,and the sun is suddenly mine,and every crevice of my soul is sluicedand flooded by the sticky wine.
And now the nodding ostrich-feather plumebegins to hypnotize my brain,and eyes that are unfathomable bloomblue on a distant shore again.
Deep in my soul there lies a treasure;the only key to it is mine!And you are right, you drunken monster!I know now: there is truth in wine.
—Alexander Blok (1906, trans. Jon Stallworthy and Peter France)

Neat photo and poem!

grlucas:

The Stranger

These evenings over the restaurants
the air is hot and strangely cloying,
and shouts drift from the drunkards’ haunts
on the putrid breath of spring.

Far off, over dusty side-streets can be seen—
over snug villas mile on mile—
the golden glint of a baker’s sign,
and one can hear the children wail.

And every evening, past the level-
crossing, the jocular swells,
bowlers titled at a rakish angle,
stroll between ditches with their girls.

Over the lake the rowlocks scraping
and women screeching can be heard,
and in a sky inured to everything
the moon leers down like a drunkard.

Each evening my one and only friend,
reflected at my glass’s brink,
like me is fuddled and constrained
by the thick, mysterious drink.

And next to us, at the table beside
our table, somnolent waiters pass
and drunks to one another, rabbit-eyed,
call out “In vino veritas.”

Each evening, at the appointed moment
(or is this only in a dream?)
a girl’s shape in a silken garment
shows dark against the window’s steam.

And slowly between the drunkards weaving,
as always unescorted, there
she sits down by the window, leaving
a mist of perfume in the air.

And a breath of ancient legends gathers
about her silk dress as it swings,
about her hat with its mourning feathers,
and her slender hand with its rings.

And rooted there by the curious presence,
I search the shadowy veil once more
and through it see an enchanted distance
beyond an enchanted shore.

Vague confidences in my ear are loosed,
and the sun is suddenly mine,
and every crevice of my soul is sluiced
and flooded by the sticky wine.

And now the nodding ostrich-feather plume
begins to hypnotize my brain,
and eyes that are unfathomable bloom
blue on a distant shore again.

Deep in my soul there lies a treasure;
the only key to it is mine!
And you are right, you drunken monster!
I know now: there is truth in wine.

—Alexander Blok (1906, trans. Jon Stallworthy and Peter France)

/reblogged from Jhary
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Awesome photo!
meggyface:

i love the sound of glass breaking
it sounds pretty to me

Awesome photo!

meggyface:

i love the sound of glass breaking

it sounds pretty to me

Beautiful Vineyard!

bikeit:

Photos from the east bay vineyard ride. The weather was pretty much perfect, and we saw jackrabbits, a wild turkey, other strange birds, and several groups of spandex-clad bicyclists.

We had a lunch of bread, meat, and cheeses, tasted about 25 wines (at Ruby Hill, Fenestra, and Thomas Coyne), bought some (thanks to the Xtracycle cargo bike), and ended with dinner at a mediocre restaurant with indoor Bocce courts.

My bike computer claims 25 miles total (with a brisk 16mph pace from BART to the first vineyard, and then a much more casual pace as the day went on and the sun and wine took their toll). Now I’m sleepy.

/reblogged from Bike It
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