I'm learning to understand wine. To notice shades. To remember names. Talking about it as if it were art, and it is art, isn't it? I even romanticize this passion of mine a little bit, let it be beautiful.
And you know, there is more to it than just a drink. Wine for me has become a reminder that you can slow down. That pleasure is not a weakness, but self-care. That life is not only a to-do list, but also a sip taken with pleasure.
So yes. At this stage of my growing up, wine has really become a meaning. Maybe not the only one. But quite worthy.
Do you have such a ritual that makes the days tastier?
With a glass of warm mood, AND A WILD THIRST Margarita🍷🫦