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A GLASS OR TWO FOR THE SOUL
He arrived home fatigued from the day’s hardwork and threw himself on the couch with a heavy plonk. Head cushioned, legs stretched and slightly lifted to encourage blood circulation. One hand was resting on his forehead, the other on his chest.
One thought was doing the rounds in his mind, one thought completely enveloped him:” It will not hurt to have a glass or two, for it is what I need to see myself through. This irritating twitch, the tension in my veins, the throbbing headache, the wounded soul; perhaps a sniff of the rich aroma, a sip of the nectar of the gods will sweep it all away”, he thought to himself.
The wine rack, well stocked with vintage wine collected from his intrepid travels. Kept in perfect room temperature, the Shiraz, the Pinotage, the Merlot, the Cabernet Sauvignon, all in immaculate rows. Every bottle a story to tell.
The thought of a full bodied wine hitting tongue and palate was not going to escape him anytime soon. The smoke from the lit incense was spiralling as if in agreement with Mile Davies’ enchanting horn in the background. He slowly stood up from the couch and staggered towards the wine rack. He took out a 2010 bottle of Rupert and Rothchild. Slowly and gently, he cut the maroon seal with a Swiss knife which he always carried with him. He drilled in the corkscrew, one hand holding tight the neck of the bottle, with lips tightly pressed as if to gather strength. Finally , the bottle opened, releasing a rich aroma that blended with the incense to create a scintillating scent. He poured a glass leaving it to rest for a moment whilst immersing in the explosive aromas. He swirled the wine glass in full meditation. “Aaaaah!, the nectar of the gods”, he said to himself with clear appreciation and anticipation.
With eyes closed, he took a sip as if in a passionate and intimate kissing moment with a lover. Just a glass or two, perhaps it’s all what he needed to rekindle the soul.
#wine #indulgence
© Ezrom Maromo wa Sekgobela
One thought was doing the rounds in his mind, one thought completely enveloped him:” It will not hurt to have a glass or two, for it is what I need to see myself through. This irritating twitch, the tension in my veins, the throbbing headache, the wounded soul; perhaps a sniff of the rich aroma, a sip of the nectar of the gods will sweep it all away”, he thought to himself.
The wine rack, well stocked with vintage wine collected from his intrepid travels. Kept in perfect room temperature, the Shiraz, the Pinotage, the Merlot, the Cabernet Sauvignon, all in immaculate rows. Every bottle a story to tell.
The thought of a full bodied wine hitting tongue and palate was not going to escape him anytime soon. The smoke from the lit incense was spiralling as if in agreement with Mile Davies’ enchanting horn in the background. He slowly stood up from the couch and staggered towards the wine rack. He took out a 2010 bottle of Rupert and Rothchild. Slowly and gently, he cut the maroon seal with a Swiss knife which he always carried with him. He drilled in the corkscrew, one hand holding tight the neck of the bottle, with lips tightly pressed as if to gather strength. Finally , the bottle opened, releasing a rich aroma that blended with the incense to create a scintillating scent. He poured a glass leaving it to rest for a moment whilst immersing in the explosive aromas. He swirled the wine glass in full meditation. “Aaaaah!, the nectar of the gods”, he said to himself with clear appreciation and anticipation.
With eyes closed, he took a sip as if in a passionate and intimate kissing moment with a lover. Just a glass or two, perhaps it’s all what he needed to rekindle the soul.
#wine #indulgence
© Ezrom Maromo wa Sekgobela
