It's becoming a habit, I know, but fine merlots, and only merlots, remind me of black and white images of stunning women. I can't make head nor tail of it, either.
A 2009 Goldschmidt merlot: beautiful, smoky, and sophisticated.
"It was when he saw how self-importance blocked his way to the crucified Christ that he began to thirst for 'littleness' in all its aspects" (Sister Wendy Beckett, The Art of the Saints, on St. Francis of Assisi).
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