Bordeaux
A city, a colour, a wine When it rains, the sky is similar to a stable. Every single drop seems like a running animal rushing through the finishing line, the ground. Like galaxies knotted together, the drops mixed, one on top of the other becoming scent of soil, musk...
How can wine smell like a storm?
A wine called Airen Simon watches over his head, to the clouds reflecting down in his goat milk when a dark shadow appears in his glass; a reflection, so similar to the shape of a big fly, swimming in that small ocean of milk. Simon covers his eyes from...
