A friend who’s in his 80’s is fond of saying how he’s stiff everywhere except where he wants to be.
I never heard it before he said it.
I also like Leonard Cohen’s take, “I ache in the places I used to ply.”
Uncorked another bottle tonight as the sun came out during an otherwise dreary PNW Spring. Tangerines & strawberries now, not particularly acidic, tannic or oxidative. Tried to get the color right.
