At first it’s a big whiff of dust that quickly turns to summer rain then freshly washed cotton sheets drying in the sun. Beneath is a subtle hint of trees — apple trees and lemon trees and oak trees turning through the seasons. Barely evident under the trees is a layer of twigs and mulch, naturally. A drink is pure muscadet, dry and transparent with a thick vein of stone through the middle. Enchanting.
2008.02.29 Todd Abrams at 2:37 am
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