I just finished a glass of wine, red wine to be exact. When you look at it it’s just a glass filled with red liquid with a strong hint of alcohol. I can imagine the oenologists sharping their knives when reading this. Obviously I have much respect for wine, one of the oldest drinks in the world. People even used to drink it very regularly, comparable to the frequency we drink e.g. soda. I’m sure there must have been less alcohol in it. Anyway… while the scarlet liquid was challenging my tongue with all its senses, I held the glass in the sunlight. Hardly I have ever seen such a beautiful combination of colours, from light to deep scarlet, so sharp, so refined, so noble. All of a sudden a bunch of adjectives punched me in the face at warp speed: bittersweet, bloodshot, carmine, cerise, inflamed, glowing. The wine flirting with the tongue, an intimate dance, a tango.
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