To be square, this bottle elicited nothing but the worst within...rhubarb and vinegar chiseled into the likeness of an unimportant mid 19th century sugar plantation owner who systematically bought, raped, and sold his staff.
Scents of mildew and wet-bean reveal nothing more than a state of bulging stagnation. My tongue justifiably reacts thusly - to misquote the master, Michelangelo,
"Carving is easy, you just go down to the skin and stop." We all supercede our functional reality...it's all soo simple...
The French have introduced another form of Terrorism!
Anyways...the truth is that I sit here alone in my Louisiana mansion and the humid air swirls about my nude toes, ahhh....I wish I could remember the name of the bottle!
No medal. No Glory.... Nothing...at all...
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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