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Sediments & Sentiments. They are what remain, either cascading along the inside of an empty glass, or clinging to our consciousness as proof to ourselves that we saw, we felt, we experienced. Both, inevitably, are what we are left with; sediments & sentiments. Here, in the heart of the Napa Valley, we seem to live within a milieu of moments in which to continuously observe (and at times have a hand in) the beginning, the journey, and the eventual settling of sediments & sentiments.
From the birth and bottling of a young wine, to the day it is relieved of its glass carapace, we watch. We wonder where it's been, and ask "What's it like where you're from?" We let it tell us stories. It's secrets flush our cheeks. And as its myriad nuances dance across our tongues and let our senses sing, we are brought back to our own tales, our own recollections, our own journeys. In the end, when the wine has long since passed on to the realm of sensory memory, and the vitreous vessel that once carried it lays vacant, we are left with sediments in our glasses, and sentiments in our hearts.
And so, we present to you our weekly blog. Here we will leave with you what our environs leave with us. Our Sediments Exactly.
From the birth and bottling of a young wine, to the day it is relieved of its glass carapace, we watch. We wonder where it's been, and ask "What's it like where you're from?" We let it tell us stories. It's secrets flush our cheeks. And as its myriad nuances dance across our tongues and let our senses sing, we are brought back to our own tales, our own recollections, our own journeys. In the end, when the wine has long since passed on to the realm of sensory memory, and the vitreous vessel that once carried it lays vacant, we are left with sediments in our glasses, and sentiments in our hearts.
And so, we present to you our weekly blog. Here we will leave with you what our environs leave with us. Our Sediments Exactly.
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