Cloudline Pinot Noir
Kind spirit, you fool no one –
Your richness revealed in your smile.
You appeared on the scene of my shaky misgivings,
Exposing the shadows with friendship.
If ever I admired a soul – Content,
Riding out these damaging waves of change.
Kind spirit, your strength brings me home,
Stirs my heart to a renewed ambition.
— Written ten years before the picture was taken.
O’Reilly’s Pinot Noir
Chasing, sniffing, slobbering, snoozing: the typical dog day activities. A routine similar to the discovery and enjoyment of this wine tonight. Exhausted, returning from Fido’s 27th jaunt of the day, you hunt down the appropriate bottle from your ever dwindling stash. A quick whiff of the ruby glass, and your mouth starts to water. The first sip, and your weary bones thank you.
Limbs and paws assume their respective lounge positions on couch and floor. Atop your pedestal, you peer at the wiry bundle of fur and wonder how he has already fallen into a peaceful slumber. For once, the hard wood appears much more inviting than your cushy perch. Glass in hand, you slide down and sidle up, careful not to disturb sleeping (snoring) beauty. Woman and dog have found their place for the evening… at least until the next glass.
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and sigh.
— W. B. Yeats
Enjoy With This Wine: Owen Roe Kilmore Pinot Noir
A to Z Pinot Noir
Producer: A to Z Wineworks
She steps into the apartment and closes the door with a heavy sigh, leaning against it to kick off first one treacherous heel, and then the other. What the hell had she been thinking wearing heels that day? No matter. The apartment is empty and quiet, the first room she has entered that day without an immediate ambush of questions, demands, or issues with the storyboards. The storyboards! They are a million miles away as she makes her way to the kitchen, opens the fridge, and mentally calculates if any dish can be created out of cereal, ketchup, and cottage cheese… Some “Man vs. Wild” makeshift version of lasagna, perhaps?
Another sigh. No, no. She won’t go there. She will order sushi. Retracing her steps to the living room, she reaches for a glass and a bottle she has been saving for just this kind of day. The kind where everything was against her – clients, executives, assistants, the guy at Starbucks, the CTA… But she moved here for a reason. She worked her way up the proverbial ladder, against the proverbial grain. And for all the negatives, her outlook is eternally positive. Yes, she will order sushi, and she will persevere. She will continue to cross her T’s, dot her I’s, mind her P’s and Q’s, and enjoy her A to Z.
Foris Pinot Noir
Ruby. Bright. Balanced and semi-chewy. This wine is the cure for a case of the end-of-the-weekend blues. It is classier than your current mood, but doesn’t mind keeping you company while you dwell on the looming prospect of the week ahead, the disconnect between your dreams and reality. After allowing some time for that pity party, it subtly reminds you that there is more to work than the cubicle awaiting your arrival tomorrow morning, more to life than the grande Pike you will methodically pick up on the way in, and more to you than the defeated outlook you are about to boldly shake off…
Clos Robert Pinot Noir
Producer: Clos Robert
Spicy. Light and bright. This is a fiction wine – When you’ve timed it perfectly to have just enough pages to fill the waning hours of a summer evening. Sitting outside in an Adirondack chair and sipping this wine, you lose yourself in the final twists of a solid plot, and as happily ever after reveals itself yet again, you set the story aside to watch the sun go down and consider your next great literary conquest.
Fire Road Marlborough Pinot Noir
Producer: Alana McGettagin
Importer: Winesellers Ltd.
This is the wine that you drink with your girls from college, the ones you still refer to as roommates, despite the fact that you are now spread around the globe and wrapped up in your own versions of adulthood… Except for that once-or-twice-a-year wonder when you move back in together. It is dusk on the first evening, and against the soundtrack of your early twenties, you move around the kitchen like the well-oiled machine that you remain… one friend spinning the salad while another tests the sauce, two more set the table while another watches the sun disappear from the balcony. You? You just smile and pour the wine – because, for one moment, everything is as it should be. And that in itself deserves a toast.