In a Sentimental Mood

Besides full blown drunks and schnooks we consider ourselves crackpot business men which is why we read The Wall Street Journal in the morning, while waiting for the phone to ring. However, we couldn't help but notice the dire amount of destruction inked to today's pages, bombings of people and businesses, conglomerates alike, lost dogs and loves, stolen cars and pensions, flooded out houses and parks plus tax cheats and newly filed unemployment reports. A wonderful Pakistani poet once wrote: "This world of ours bleeds/With more pains than just the pain of love;" 

It's easy to bleed with this world, figuratively and literally. Occasionally we hope some bleeding soul might take a bottle of ours and share it with people he or she loves, under many sentimental gazes and grasps. That, after all, is the greatest thing about wine. The fact that it can bring people together and keep them caught in moments of contentment and happiness. We might also recommend the music of Andrew Bird or the poetry of E.E. Cummings, mixed with a slightly chilled bottle of Clos Roche Blanche.