Dreams of Destiny
Regenerating the neural pathways to awe.
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A bottle of wine came to me in a dream:
A white Burgundy with a bucolic golden, green and straw colored label. I smelled truffle butter and minerality, but other than the region, scent, and the distinct label, I knew nothing about this wine.
When I confided in my manager (a twenty-year certified Sommelier) he replied: “Sounds like a great wine!” Indeed: i…
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