by Mark S » Sun Feb 24, 2013 12:01 am
Rolly Gassmann, Pinot Gris, 2004 drinking now like sleeping on a sheet of satin in Xenia's dacha, geese outside the door, it's morning and you awaken to find a glistening gold, sweet as dew on the ripening fruits on late summer fruit trees. It's all there in a glass, made wonderful from memory, like a preserved Polaroid.
