Having barely wet his lips with the dark red wine, Henri Lamarque balanced the fragile wine glass lightly but firmly in his fingers, truly as if it were a chalice, swirling the precious stuff, airing it, studying its color and viscosity, or "legs" if the term is permitted.-- Grand Cru by Barney Leason.
I am still on my light reading jag, devouring mysteries non stop. This Sonoma wine adventure is right up my alley right now.
It may be even more fluffy than what I have in mind, but my husband grew up in Sonoma County and worked at wineries in college, so that connection may be enough to hold my attention.
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