I don’t think I will say an unusual in the next. I have a cousin. Yes, a relative of… you know. And we meet in few years. He told me in the middle of January on possibility to pay a visit in weeks. Four months passed. I didn’t pressure but, when I was congratulating him with birthday, I asked about it. He said again to do it in weeks. He numbered on the next week where was talking about “approximate possibility” and details of how to arrive to me. A second phone on promised the next Sunday didn’t ring. He has gone from radar. In the end of July, I was congratulating my aunt with birthday. In that conversation she mentioned that my cousin still intending to visit me. It was alive, but only in conception. And he still didn’t come when just in yesterday I had visit of my aunt and uncle who of welcome relatives too.
It’s always warm to meet with people who of few for Ukraine and who from place where always can see people with symbology of occupied part of Donbass. I more catch similar with Nazi Germany since that. Well, the Soviet Union never died and has in people who didn’t witness it. All that, but without propaganda posters, flags on a wall and slogans on how must be you well in a view of dictatorship. We had in talking not only an actual topic. My uncle Vladimir is a grand expert mostly in rock music whom interesting to listen. He is a harsh critic of many world famous bands. By his opinion that nothing inventive was from somewhere eighties in rock. That, as any meeting with relatives, can’t be without drinking.
It began with 2019 Carnivor Zinfandel had 14,5%. I never pay for wines have less five years in age. This as the next bottle was delivered to me. A scent in American wine hadn’t a characterization. Unnatural purple grapes was experience in using. Get drunk without special is fulfilling describing of this bottle.
After it was Italian 2019 Rossofreddo Rosso Salento Feudo Croce with 13% to which no one of four stinky cheeses didn’t stimulate to want more of this wine. Moreover, the two cheeses weren’t edible too for me. The wine had smell of too much water was poured to there. I did a sip and got a pungent taste, which always comes even in fast swallow. Expression of my face would equal if few century ago a nobility would heard that Duke of Marlboro decided to do a town stroll on old donkey.
I didn’t expect and didn’t get like these wines when I was glad to have a rare meeting with my uncle Vladimir and aunt Svetlana.
