Chateau Musar, 2004, White
Tuesday, August 17th, 2010I am self-flagellating tonight, berating myself for being a man. Claret coloured sores are starting to appear on my otherwise pale and tender back. And I’ve never even heard of Opus Dei. And I am not in the mood to tell you about my 6 ft leather bull whip – maybe another day.
I’ve been waiting a few weeks for the right moment to drink a bottle of Gaston Hochar’s finest. Tonight, I finally reached into the fridge and yanked the cork. But, being a man, I didn’t read the instructions before chugging a good glassful.
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