good wine in
a plastic bucket
soaking in
machine made ice
an obvious injustice
blackberry cravings
wireless memories
two ugly lamps shine on
princesses in a
cheap hotel room
Though the above poem was written while drinking Coppola Chardonnay (which I adore), I must tell you all that my new favorite is Ghost Pines Chardonnay (photo below). It's the perfect balance of fruit and oak. I highly recommend it.
The name Bogle comes from the Scots word for phantom and this, their namesake wine, disappears like one too. A blend of 54% petite sirah, 43% zinfandel and 3% mourvédre, The Phantom is a haunting, fruit forward wine that begins with traces of blueberries, violets, chocolate-covered cherries and black pepper on the nose. Subtle notes of spice, clove and mocha complement the wine's fruit characteristics on the palate, finishing with toasting oak aromas from two years in a combination of one, two and three year old American oak. Enjoy now or let it rattle around in the cellar for a few years, but act fast, before the vintage vanishes.
Julie, Ann and I shared a bottle of this wonderful wine at Brix on Saturday night. Needless to say, my dreams were wild and in technicolor later that night.
I should resist
another glass of wine
cease and desist
though I feel so fine
One more glass
wouldn't be so terrible
this time would pass
and be more bearable
Why should I abstain
from this Chardonnay cocoon
wine entertains
even though it's only noon...
Lush Lust
the lust of this lush
unparalleled
that first drink rush
to be held
with a drinkers grip
inhibitions expelled
cocktails give no lip
puppy love, a crush
eternal courtship
my wants make me blush
many faceted
the lust of this lush
these moonbeams
make that vacant
swimming pool
look so inviting
my dress is so
e a s y
to take off and I am
so warm, really
a skinny little dip
would be so fat
and juicy
once in,
the water is my new dress
it fits so well
he swims toward me and
we giggle like
naughty
mischievous
children
my discarded
red dress
watches us rejected and
dry
