Insatiable in drinking. Baron Philippe de Rotchild Syrah and then Castillo de Monceran.

I got plenty letters from every side of the world, which were in disturbance about fate of bottle Marani Kvareli. 

I poured it to the way of sewer. Three glasses completed my soul, but in mind shaking condition multiple ideas fused in a story and I thought that, maybe, it will in writing mood. I understood that a composition must go into a film and so on it will a screenplay for beginning. And, yeah, I want to make money on it for buying llama.

Let me tell about what happened in Saturday. Actually, it started in Friday, but I don’t see that it will a needful part.

Ah, sweetness of firing! It’s movement away for hope in which you possibly halted believing after every time it turns to a new circle of suffering. But it’s always to fortunate.  A regret in that can express it wasn’t in musical, because I wanted to sing as Frank Sinatra (“I’m gonna take the town and turn it upside down!”) and go in dance as Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, but I willn’t do it for at least I can’t dance. Firing is a storm of emotions and feelings of sudden or planned liberation. Do you know how beautiful bicycle trip in a forest? I could write a book about it, but I preferred to drink a wine. There were consequences of firing in Friday. 

Actually, in Saturday was Independence of Philippines, which I had a place to be there in unconscienced age where I met collapse of the Soviets (it was a great day for me.), but I wasn’t aspired to celebrate and drank for firing, yahoo.
I went in a small stinky town for buying piece of mutton as it will reveal. Of course, I wanted to move in sandals, because hot weather came, but I didn’t find them. I planned to wear sandals with socks, because it is comfortable. Everybody can go in forest and pick up mushrooms and berries if don’t agree with me. A fashion designer Dolce (or it was Gabbana.) was detected in Peru by posting photo where he feeds alpaca, a type of llama (he understand it.) where he was in sandals with long socks. His case was of kind of perversion, but it was about comfortable. I didn’t find sandals and geared up boots for buying mutton. 

I didn’t try to be unusual in cooking in this time. I had rest of basil from celebrating of Republic Day of Italy, which got matured taste and I decided to use for another – I threw it in a trash can. Dried oregano and rosemary stirred with olive oil, coarse salt and balsamic vinegar to where I added butter and soy sauce. I cooked for seven with a half minutes on every side, but it was uncooked and I added three with a half minutes, which were succeed if it not to have a middle cook goal in mind as I had. I’ve got a bottle of 2018 Baron Philippe de Rotchild Syrah from France, which I’ve used. No taste and no specialty in drinking. That wine fits if you want to drink with hobos. I allow to company use it as describing for bottle for free. I’ll be outside of humbleness, but this meat wasn’t equal to that wine. I needed another one, but that’s another story.

I’ve dried a big rest of glass of Baron Philippe de Rotchild Syrah in one shot and exclaimed “Merde!” (“drink of gods” in English.) and went into basement for taking Spanish Castillo de Monceran had same 14,5% and harvested in 2018. It stank with a character. A first glass of drinking got a viscosity. As in childhood, I did a great thing – I mixed wines and made DRINKABLE them. A dish went nice with it. Then meat finished and I ate almost everything what were on a table. I picked up a piece of mutton spin to which I sprinkled oregano, rosemary, coarse salt and poured balsamic vinegar and that I put on a grill. I must be lost my Michelin star, which I actually haven’t, but if I will get it – it will immediately taken for this. I was waiting for long, but it was a nice piece of mutton, which has little of meat and much bone. I and dog liked. I’ve finished wines and lied on a bench to where approached a newborn cat who is two-month old and whom I called Paul. He jumped on me and started to leak my beard.