I think a lot about moving to the woods where our new AI overlords can't find me. I'd have to bring a lot of wine though - can't get wine shipped to a place you don't want the computers knowing about!
I'd buy a couple of cases of this stuff before disappearing - I think this Rioja would taste nice among the smells of pine needles and campfires.
I used to live on Billy Street in Brookline, MA - Coolidge Corner. Me and my best friends lived together in a brownstone. We went to work every day and drank about a bottle of wine each afterwards. It was a lot worse or better, depending on your point of view, than drinking at parties on weekends. I will not recount all the stories - mistakes, risks taken, growth, fortune, misfortune, heartaches, headaches - I will just note that the best bottle of wine that entered that apartment was an early 2000's Mount Eden, and I'm very disappointed to report that this 2017 does not compare. Does memory of those times corrupt this evaluation? Surely, but what else can I do?
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Got knocked down into rocks today by a wave in Big Sur cove. In the second or two of panic, time slowed a bit as they say. Or maybe the time-slowing is an artifact of reflection after survival. In either case I'll remember it this way. Hearing the rush and froth of water, feeling the cold and the somehow always-unexpected force of water, I considered my condition as my last moment - time slowed and I reflected: really it was good, my life of toil and frustration. Because the toil and frustration is interrupted occasionally, but enough, more than enough if I'm honest, by pure consumption of life's pleasures: great wine like this bottle of Shaffer from last night; a run through a forest of redwoods along a river; conversations frivolous, cancellable, dark, light, and drunk with a best friend. So if I was swept out to the cold and violent Pacific that moment, well, I had it pretty good.
2007 Viñedos de Páganos Rioja Gran Reserva El Puntido
6/18/2023 - chchchch__ Likes this wine: 92 Points
I think a lot about moving to the woods where our new AI overlords can't find me. I'd have to bring a lot of wine though - can't get wine shipped to a place you don't want the computers knowing about!
I'd buy a couple of cases of this stuff before disappearing - I think this Rioja would taste nice among the smells of pine needles and campfires.
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2017 Mount Eden Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon
5/5/2023 - chchchch__ Likes this wine: 89 Points
I used to live on Billy Street in Brookline, MA - Coolidge Corner. Me and my best friends lived together in a brownstone. We went to work every day and drank about a bottle of wine each afterwards. It was a lot worse or better, depending on your point of view, than drinking at parties on weekends. I will not recount all the stories - mistakes, risks taken, growth, fortune, misfortune, heartaches, headaches - I will just note that the best bottle of wine that entered that apartment was an early 2000's Mount Eden, and I'm very disappointed to report that this 2017 does not compare. Does memory of those times corrupt this evaluation? Surely, but what else can I do?
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2018 Shafer Relentless
5/5/2023 - chchchch__ Likes this wine: 94 Points
Got knocked down into rocks today by a wave in Big Sur cove. In the second or two of panic, time slowed a bit as they say. Or maybe the time-slowing is an artifact of reflection after survival. In either case I'll remember it this way. Hearing the rush and froth of water, feeling the cold and the somehow always-unexpected force of water, I considered my condition as my last moment - time slowed and I reflected: really it was good, my life of toil and frustration. Because the toil and frustration is interrupted occasionally, but enough, more than enough if I'm honest, by pure consumption of life's pleasures: great wine like this bottle of Shaffer from last night; a run through a forest of redwoods along a river; conversations frivolous, cancellable, dark, light, and drunk with a best friend. So if I was swept out to the cold and violent Pacific that moment, well, I had it pretty good.
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