the bottle was well aged

he wiped the dust off the label

carefully removed the foil

gently pulled out the cork

the aroma from the cork

was a tantalizing clue

this wine was going to be special

he left it to breathe a while

that first pour sent his heart racing

swirling and swishing

deep purple beads rained down the glass

it was time to check the nose

an explosion of fresh berries

wild meadow honey

a slight hint of pepper

bold aromas all fighting to grab his attention

he took a small sip

closed his eyes

tasting the full body

his heartbeat slowed

the long smooth finish was divine

he opened his eyes

poured a full  glass

sat down to read his book

it was hard to concentrate on the text

each sip of this elegant fermented grape juice

took his mind elsewhere

this wine was gently singing to him