I think I had too much exclusions in drinking and many of them were by own wish. It’s stress not to drink in two months. But 2012 Chateau La Gorce Medok with 13,5% was in basement for personal reason. I’m dropping hanging chains on me. I would finish with all of them today if... whilst I on a way to do it tomorrow. I had signs in today’s pilgrimage that I’m doing right. Damnation rarely disturbed me and lost. I hope no mocking from Providence even I believe in fate, which we make despite I saw many contradictive things. It’s a wonderful feeling that you hold destiny in own hands. I don’t know if damnation will gone when I will in intended in wishful state in which I was seventeen years ago. Then I wanted an own way. I always had passion to dramatizing. I did farewell with those unlovable walls in which I was for nine years. I planned to walk out alone by leaving all of them behind. However, I had meeting a couple of generic rabble on the exit and one of them said incredible stupid thing on which didn’t need a reaction and serious accepting. I moved away and was far away. I stepped out from underground and I was saying “Liberty! Liberty!” Damn, I didn’t wish that it willn’t truth. Maybe, from here now… from tomorrow to be exactly... I will ride to intended. Anyway, I feel nice. A bottle of French wine does halting to my drinking. Even I will see a new one. Even I will be seduced by big age. Only a free man can allow it.
This Bordeaux smells matured as it expectedly expects from a ten year old wine what a wonderful thing. It should be keep cold for not get impending flavor of signs of mixture in coming warm stance. An excellent wine, which makes age by getting it in sniffing and rinsing in a mouth. Aftertaste is stance when I wish to be in Paris and looking for a feast. But it has some taste of aforementioned mixture later.
