On Thursday I drank (and ADORED) this lovely old Alsatian riesling:
Something about it was much like the air in the living room of an elderly woman who has taken great care of her upholstery and has recently polished her old, dark, wooden piano. A sort of clean, slightly perfumed, sweet (but not at all too sweet) mustiness propelled me into someone's very private, particularly constructed (and very much lived-in) space.
