As I wrote in an earlier entry, the Liebfraumilch kit that I recently purchased had no dried eldberberry flowers. Well, I found some, and I’ve added them to the wine as it ferments. I added half the 15 gram package to the primary, and will add the other half to the secondary when I rack it later this week.

Leibraumilch must have elderberry flowers added. At least mine must have them. I am trying to figure out if there is a way to get to Madeira Island to meet a friend of mine, and sip my Liebfraumilch on the beach. I’ll have to come up with a creative label as well, just for me and my friend to enjoy.

I’ll also have to learn more about this Romanian drink called Tuica, apparently distilled from plumbs.

So much to learn and try! So many grandfather’s to meet throughout the world, that have their own ways of making wonderful drinks to enjoy, and taste.

And of course, beaches, and fine women to enjoy the fruits of the labour, while watching the beautiful unique sunsets of each day – knowing that tomorrow, the sun will rise and set again – a constant cycle, but each moment providing it’s own wonderful sensual experiences and pleasures for those that take the time to enjoy.

And isn’t that truly what it should be all about? Who cares about the price of the lovely liquids that grace your lips and tongue? Aging of course, is wonderful, but even new wine.. young wine.. and middle aged wine has it’s own wonderful characterisitics that should not be missed. Or not enjoyed.

A good wine is just like a good human.. as it ages, its characteristics may change, but the enjoyment thereof never changes. A new wine, although missing the aged and delicate notes of spending time, becoming better in some ways, stilll has its own youthful sensuality, a delight to the lips and the tongue, that in some ways, an aged wine cannot provide.

Both are good. And what is even better is to have the ability to taste that wine.. or that woman.. at varying stages of life. And enjoy each stage for what it is.

I shall drink some of my Liebfraumilch young. And I will drink her when she has aged as well.. as I will age. And she will be free at all stages to take on that which she wants, but at all times, I shall be her master. And gladly, as she ages, she will share her notes with me at her various stages. Never demanding anything from me, other tham my enjoyment of her regardless of her age.

Wine making is quite the sensual art and hobby. I hope the women I know in my life will agree as well with my metaphor. Perhaps some are best had aged a bit. Some, when young. But the best are those that can be tasted, young, middle aged, and older.. and at any given point of time, are always magnificent.

At least those are my thoughts for the night.

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