Storms overnight meant neither of us slept well. After a nap this morning, when it finally got quiet, I got sucked into Paul Lukacs’ Inventing Wine (2012). We might not recognize the liquid the ancients called wine as such. This means there’s been quite a migration of meaning—interesting…along with changes in manufacturing…. For starters, to the ancients quality wines were made from raisinized grapes, not fresh ones. Also, the liquid wasn’t sealed from oxygen, so the flavor migrated; can’t say I’d be excited about swilling the vinegarish stuff….
24 March 2013 at 7:54 pm
out of town friend says:
Your post looks like a nest.
The storms kept me and Coyote K awake too and ready to run for the frady hole. At least the rain keeps the pollen down!