Darling Marsanne -
Might you be able to slip away and meet me tonight in the usual place? Your orange, apricot, and tangerine aromas haunt my every step.
Madly yours -
I mustn’t. I’m afraid Mother suspects us. The other day when I left for “field hockey practice”, I forgot to take my stick. If she works out what’s going on, she’ll die of shame, and take me with her. Memories of your full, honeyed body will have to sustain me for now. Patience, love.
Darling dearest Marsanne -
I got your message yesterday. How cruel must fate be, that a love as beautiful and rich as your viscous mid-palate must remain hidden from the ignorant fools who would hate us for it? I can but take refuge in visions of the future, when you will only get more drinkable, and perhaps the world will grow to understand my yearning for your notes of almond and pepper. Might we be able to get together Wednesday night?
Passionately yours -
I thought of you today at chapel. The light filtered through a stained-glass window to become a shade of wheat-gold I’ve only ever seen in you. Ghosts of apricot and tropical fruit played on my tongue, and for a moment I was sure I felt your embrace. Wednesday’s not looking good for me, though. You know, the whole mom thing or whatever. Sorry.
Darling dearest shnookums Marsanne -
I can scarcely believe it’s been a week since I’ve held you. Curse the heartless prigs who force our love into the shadows! Just because we forsake the love of men, and the new oak so beloved of Rhone-variety white wine producers, must we languish in purgatory? How I dream of running away together somewhere like Wine.Woot, where we can be free to proudly stand united in love before the world’s gaze. I’d love to see you Friday, if at all possible. Or Saturday, or Sunday, or whenever you have time.
Psychotically yours -
Listen, I know this isn’t fair to you, and there’s no easy way to say this. But I’ve met someone. Her name isn’t important. I just feel like I have to move on and explore other options – after all, I’m only one year old. I know so little of love, and of life. Be well, my dear. I’ll always remember you. Hold the secret of my love close to you always, wherever life might take you.
I’m telling your mom.
- Composition: 100% Roussanne, 80% Saralee’s Vineyard 20% Estate
- 13.5% Alcohol
- 3.6 pH
- Production: 366 cases
- Release Date: October, 2008
- Composition: 96 % Marsanne, 4 % Viognier
- 100% French oak barrel fermented and aged
- Production: 304 cases
- 13.8% alcohol
- 3.4 pH
- Release date: October, 2008
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