Sherlock Holmes in absence of case got boredom and dealing with it by using cocaine. He later understood harm of that form of relaxation and made ridding from it. I’m dealing with boredom too, but I prefer alcohol. A bottle of San Pedro 1865 Selected Collection Seventy Years Old Vines Cabernet Sauvignon of 2016 harvest.
Fallen yellow leafs on a land are making an open sign. I heard in that land will cold on the next week. I caged in place to which I never belonged and discovery by genetic results corroborated it’s truth. I’m the European. The West is my place. I always felt it and belong to it. I was born foreigner. I had much indications before on that. I'm in captivity of place to which I have zero in origin. Disappearance of heat would beautiful in stopping to use a fan and get the beautiful hug of the fall. Time for editing of my book and screenplay in a tower in which I still damned to sit. I know the ultimate editions are inevitable in coming months. I’ve started book at Independence Day three years ago as Sly Stallone did with The Expendables 4. We both still unfinished. I didn’t find workable Saints Row (2022). Maybe, I will or will not play in the nearest time due to it’s not so anticipating game what to unfortunate from developers who are Volition. I’m jumping between two Windows. A previous version made me easy to delete Microsoft Edge without an obstacle. Solitaire was with advertising in Windows 11. I couldn’t miss it even in launching again. I’m on Windows 8.1 now.
Sniff is saturated grapes. Drinking is feeling of the rest of coffee to which I hadn’t like or juice, but getting of pleasure of using of it in a process. I see that Cabernet Sauvignon isn’t of my type of grapes. Every time when I wanted to escape, something prevented to it. I was leaving, because it was with temporarily intentions. Now I’m strongly move to a future, but past still clutching into me and wants to drag me back. The last reminded on itself. It was tricking in lies on which I had immunity on believe to that. I didn’t want to do familiar mistakes. There is already no return to past. I slowly go to forward by listening concert version of Alphaville’s Sounds Like a Melody. That Chilean wine has fourteen degrees. Fine quantity. In my view, a true wine begins with thirteen. Much drinking to liking of San Pedro 1865 Selected Collection Seventy Years Old Vines Cabernet Sauvignon comes to extravagant feelings in aftertaste. Instant swallowing, because it has unpleasant taste of grapes. Usually, wine with seventy year old vine becomes better in years, but it’s goodness in drinking without long holding in a mouth.
Piece of stinky cheese, dried sausages and zucchini’s pancakes by my aunt if I wouldn’t finish them and despite the last is wrong with red wine, but would fine great with this one.
Queen’s Innuendo returned me in balance. Hava Nagila by Harry Belafonte finished in optioning.
