Wednesday, August 14, 2013 - Bordering on dead, in the respirator, hanging on to its last few breaths of life, the bricky color and secondary notes were all about earth, tobacco and forest scents. There was little fruit to be found. On the other hand, at close to 85 years old, there is something to be said for that. We should all still be walking around.
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