The Book of Crispy
The Crispy One.
On Thursday, 22, November 2001 Crispy wrote...
Pieroth 4:29AM
A curious man appeared on our door last night with two aluminium briefcases loaded with wines. He was a mix of species. Part French, Hungarian and German. I couldn't entirely decipher which parts were which, but his hat was definitely french.
So it was a tasting for the evening. A sample of 8 lovelies. Oh and I would have purchased, were it not for the difficult arrangements this company has made. So, I did not part with the $300 required to fulfill an order that night.
Today my head hurts. Maybe it was the bottle of Mission Gewurztraminer that was the stage warmer.
Tonight it flows again, but with a Japanese twist.
In the darkness, I only feel the light.