Mendocino is also known for it's vineyards in Redwood Valley
Some lovely times I can recall When grape has given its all It fills the senses with such bliss When first you taste its bouquet kiss A heady haze envelops the mind Warm and sensuous feelings wind Themselves around your emotions Making you flush with the notion Of becoming entwined with the vine So you can keep on feeling divine But when you walk around a winery Dressed up in your favorite finery You hope to make a good impression While to vintner you show discretion
LOL!! Yeah, you really don't want them to know that you are knackered or they may hold back on all those lovely free tastings. I absolutely adore Mendocino, Eileen, I believe it is about the most beautiful place on earth and I think my favorite of all the places I have visited on this planet...natural beauty and breathing that amazing air, shared with all those redwood trees takes on such a spiritual aura for some reason. Colorful write, thanks for the memory jar, makes me long to visit again soon.
Take care,
Sherry
This was so interesting. Waling around a Whinery on the East Coast I found it to be very interesting. Best of all was to be invited to have a taste.........
Waldron's White - an upscale Chablis - the label designed by Creator - how about that! Discretion and moderation always...harvest season is almost here, Eileen...aged in an oak cask to pick up that earthy bouquet...I'll come back for a taste next year at this time...be well...Blessed Be.
The wine devine. You wax poetic. In 1966, my Grandmother begged me to stop at Christian Brothers. I, the fool, pressed on to Livermore, our destination that night.
Gallo was my poisen until it got too expensive. Carlo Rossi gets me in a mellow California mood now.
Wow this is an awesome place
I heard about the vineyards in Redwood Valley
But never did imagine how fascinating this place was
Your vividness in this piece transported me their
an took me for walk it trully is a beautiful place!!
Outstanding write!!
Love Peace and Joy many Hugsssss to you always...Yolie
Eileen, you've captured the taste and the effects of the wine in a beautiful way and painted a lovely picture. I felt like I was right there with you...tasting the wine. This is truly a beautiful poem!
Reviewed by Tiana Jett (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2007
Beautifully written, Eileen ... Not much of a wine drinker ... A straight and two high balls is enough for me! ;) Love - Tee
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2007
Great one, Eileen. When I was much younger I would get way too entwined with the wine...lol
Wow...this could make MD 20-20 sound like
Chaunt son de mur '56
Walt
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2007
Try once (not more than once) the juice of the grapes. That will make you tipsy. Didn't know minx drink wine. Foxes do. Give me more of it. Lovely write as usual. Victor
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2007
You keep this up and we are going to have to start calling you Mother Earth of AuthorsDen . . . You do very weel by her too . . .
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2007
Nice write. I've heard of people getting drunk by the time they are done tasting wines. Lady J
And I too enjoy the sweet taste of wine, such a lovely write Eileen, I have to agree with Andy, the picture do remind me of that song, Down in the Valley. Thank you for sharing with us.
How divine, Eileen... devine, in fact! :)) Yes, I'm sorry, I really am this bad, even before my favourite tipple... As for that Vintner, well, I reckon he has a fair idea of what goes through his guests minds while they are eyeing up his delicious fare. And good job I wasn't with you... otherwise bang would go your good impression to say nothing of your discretion. If the gorgeous visual is anything to go by, this looks a little piece and taste of heaven on earth... And at least you can bottle yours: your "bottle it" comments on my Brain Wave made me smile... sadly, my Waves aren't permanent so I will be back to the old lank stuff before you know it! Bless you, Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2007
Nicely sensual, yet for some reason Tigs I find meself singing this ole song...
Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
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Amor
Take care,
Sherry
Be safe,
Karen
Love,
Sage
a flowing...
Always nice to read your work..
Smooooo0000CH!
Gallo was my poisen until it got too expensive. Carlo Rossi gets me in a mellow California mood now.
Ron
I heard about the vineyards in Redwood Valley
But never did imagine how fascinating this place was
Your vividness in this piece transported me their
an took me for walk it trully is a beautiful place!!
Outstanding write!!
Love Peace and Joy many Hugsssss to you always...Yolie
Love and Hugs,
Pat
George
Chaunt son de mur '56
Walt
Rose
A sublime depicting of a moment with Mother Poet... "The Vintner" shows.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Thanks,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Down in the valley, the valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Yup Andy's lost it...
Such a heady bouquet to this delicious write: well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Our grape season has been killed by too much rain.