Wine is the refined jewel that only a grown woman will prefer to the sparkling trinkets adored by little girls.
Wine is the refined jewel that only a grown woman will prefer to the sparkling trinkets adored by little girls.
How ironic! After decades of grub, deluges of wine and alcohol of every sort, after a life spent in butter, cream, rich sauces, and oil in constant, knowingly orchestrated and meticulously cajoled excess, my trustiest right-hand men, Sir Liver and his associate Stomach, are doing marvelously well and it is my heart that is giving out. I am dying of cardiac insufficiency. What a bitter pill to swallow.
The French are often, when it comes to wine, so formal that they border on the ridiculous.
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