The Illusion of Safety? ...Or should we say the mirage that is our existence? Day in and day out, never deviating from the numbing routine of eat | work | sleep | repeat. Living in complete delusion that material possessions matter. That money, power, and status denote our individual worth. Battling the constant gravitation toward the inevitable; our empty luggage of a carcass - void of meaning, strewn across a deserted highway. The shell we once knew, now a home for the carrion birds.
TASTING NOTES
Fresh Raspberry, Slight Saltiness, Tart, Clean Finish
PAIRINGS
Food: Seared Scallops with Saffron Fettuccine & Asparagus
Cheese: Nicasio Valley Foggy Morning
Cigar: My Father Cigars El Centurion H-2K-CT Toro