Gramercy southern blend lower east again

The wine advances and recedes in shuddering waves, fingers toying with fabric, a rusticated breeze from something useful nearby, and velvet, sure, but velvet is not her essence, any more than orange peel is orange juice, the limonene keeps the bugs away, the world turns, wine is a fantasy, drinking is deliverance, and Grenache is a tawny girl from anywhere that knew you before you got old.