Chapter by chapter of Il Principe describes vile methods for coming and saving the power. I was amazed that an author of it’s book Niccolo Machiavelli called to fight against barbarians in Italy in the end while his describing technique wasn’t different to this definition. That man offered evil while he chose humble conditions in staying in exile. He wrote this book in L’Abergassio, it’s an inn, which situates in Sant’Andrea in Percusssina. Machiavelli did a peasant job after it he changed a cloth and through a secret passage had barrels filled of Chianti in between he did walking to that inn for listen locals and drink wine. So am I decided to make Saturday evening with a bottle of just gotten Barolo Natale Verga.
This Italian wine was harvested in 2015 and has wonderful fourteen degrees. After holding till right condition in fridge I picked up from there and opened. Sniff from the bottle was typical catch of the dark grapes. I poured it into the glass and saw wine has color of pomegranate. That’s without characterizing scent indicated on disappointment. Kinda of mixture in using when in mouth shaking promises an acid and never gives it. Barolo Natale Verga on that stage was good in drinking, but not my type. It’s the best comes free from disturbing aftertaste and that long standing gives maturity with no deep sigh of mixture, a stance when I prefer to drink this wine. The bottle recommends with hard cheeses when I didn’t find match in them and mozzarella did combination. Barolo Natale Verga was wonderful with grilled roe meat. Perhaps, red meat would be identical as writes the bottle.
This Italian wine was enough for soul. I’ve opened Chilean 2020 Mapu Cabernet Sauvignon Carmenere with thirteen-and-half degrees. I didn’t expect elite experience and I’ve got it with no wonder. Drinking gives a bitter taste and feeling that the rest grape was taken. However, in splendid company as I had with cats it uses with pleasure.
Sophie gave birth in five kittens (deeply sand the one with very beautiful blue and white color didn’t survive.) for whom were found houses. The last one, who got name Ozzy, took Viktor who never had a cat. He only talks on Ozzy and plans to make a personal living place for him since that. After farewell with Ozzy, on the next breakfast and lunch I was walking out with awaiting of any of kittens when I just recalled that they are not here anymore. It’s startling feeling when they running in front of you. Excellent feeling, but, I afraid, Sophie is going to bring new kittens.
