Prologue
I was ruminating in front of the fireplace enjoying a pinot noir, contemplating on what was and is to be. I held up my glass and swirled the red wine in front of the glowing amber light and was immediately reminded of old habits. Habits that don’t die hard but are rather culled through necessity.
Wine never really suited me. In fact, I always felt it was a frivolous activity. Bored with what you call life; I one day decided to give it a try. I greatly disliked the taste, and still do, however I was determined to understand humanity’s fixation with it. So many a night I decided to drink and contemplate my stubborn reality and existence all the while unable to experience drunkenness; but growing more and more experienced with every sip on every passing year.
I have partaken in this ritual for over seventy years, although my appearance shows significantly less. I do now understand the difference between a Chardonnay and a Moscato. A pinot noir to a rare malbec.
Varieties from the Dominican Republic to Ukraine - I know them all
Wine is not my only hobby however. I dearly like to indulge in different foods, luxuries, pleasures, automobiles, lifestyles and most recently, lovers.
I tend to keep myself hidden however, I am sure if anyone found out the real me they would be frightened out of their minds. So, here I sit swirling the wine around my cup merely thinking about what was and is to be.
