A madman has escaped from an asylum. In his aimless wandering enters a room. There is held a contest for wine tasters serenely awaiting the start of the liturgy. Almost one-entranced in the taste-takes into account their input, their clothes disheveled, her black eyes wide open, staring at the table and stuck in a vacuum, nervous gestures and his hands, thin and long, but trembling. Notes
ritual, approached the officiating in the inner sanctum of the large and beautiful winery. Pulses tremble and chatter you lips when the foreman is pouring more-with the parsimony of the great moments, various fine wines in the belly of the cups, that he, himself, defined as small waterfalls of gods to be watered the furrows of the soul and life in a magical, unique and accurate.
His eyes, even more nervous, seem to become entangled in the visual taste, as if they want to guess, before anyone else on the white chalk, and lifted the cup as a chalice, the beautiful old ruby \u200b\u200bcolor, transparency , its clarity of body, its intensity and harmony, fluidity and to his sound, his clear brilliance and intensity, as if the wine through the eyes, was a game that must be cared for all the senses.
Sharpen your nose to the second step, as do the competitors. Sucks air, not through glass. Close your eyes and prepares to test the most important and grandiose sense of taste, smell. Come to your pituitary stale time and crossing his mind odorous volatiles, aromas evolutionary balm smells or wood, almond, lavender, oregano or marjoram ...
A watery light will flash in the eyes while tightening the teeth and are made sharp corners of his lips. Nobody is looking, they are all absorbed in the patient's mechanism of assessors who have started the olfactory phase. Nor does it look to anyone, his eye fixed only on the five crystals aligned with the protocol of wisdom.
not have a full cup in hand, do not ask, do not want. Imagines gripped between her fingers to start the tasting delicate taste, tilting slightly to the tongue, feeling the perception of aromas through taste, tasting in a few seconds a true source of flavors. At one point
arching arm strength and bursting brutal nods his imaginary crown on the floor. Some still looks and gestures and little by little, the present, with the morse signage of the elbows, run the notice of the presence of such an extravagant character. The sights leave the tasting tables and go straight to the eyes and the thin body of man. A great strides, and Aspendos arms as an actor does in the trials, is aimed at door as a voice recites a Persian poet Omar Rubaiyat Kheyyam: "When you double the pain, when you exhaust your tears, I remember that after the rain drops glisten on the leaves. And when you want to irritate the day and night eternal, do not forget the awakening of a child.
He was unable to wake the day, at the bottom of one of the bottles of wine fermentation, vacuum cleaner for her only son lying face down and covered in blood, by the blow and choking gas .
ritual, approached the officiating in the inner sanctum of the large and beautiful winery. Pulses tremble and chatter you lips when the foreman is pouring more-with the parsimony of the great moments, various fine wines in the belly of the cups, that he, himself, defined as small waterfalls of gods to be watered the furrows of the soul and life in a magical, unique and accurate.
His eyes, even more nervous, seem to become entangled in the visual taste, as if they want to guess, before anyone else on the white chalk, and lifted the cup as a chalice, the beautiful old ruby \u200b\u200bcolor, transparency , its clarity of body, its intensity and harmony, fluidity and to his sound, his clear brilliance and intensity, as if the wine through the eyes, was a game that must be cared for all the senses.
Sharpen your nose to the second step, as do the competitors. Sucks air, not through glass. Close your eyes and prepares to test the most important and grandiose sense of taste, smell. Come to your pituitary stale time and crossing his mind odorous volatiles, aromas evolutionary balm smells or wood, almond, lavender, oregano or marjoram ...
A watery light will flash in the eyes while tightening the teeth and are made sharp corners of his lips. Nobody is looking, they are all absorbed in the patient's mechanism of assessors who have started the olfactory phase. Nor does it look to anyone, his eye fixed only on the five crystals aligned with the protocol of wisdom.
not have a full cup in hand, do not ask, do not want. Imagines gripped between her fingers to start the tasting delicate taste, tilting slightly to the tongue, feeling the perception of aromas through taste, tasting in a few seconds a true source of flavors. At one point
arching arm strength and bursting brutal nods his imaginary crown on the floor. Some still looks and gestures and little by little, the present, with the morse signage of the elbows, run the notice of the presence of such an extravagant character. The sights leave the tasting tables and go straight to the eyes and the thin body of man. A great strides, and Aspendos arms as an actor does in the trials, is aimed at door as a voice recites a Persian poet Omar Rubaiyat Kheyyam: "When you double the pain, when you exhaust your tears, I remember that after the rain drops glisten on the leaves. And when you want to irritate the day and night eternal, do not forget the awakening of a child.
He was unable to wake the day, at the bottom of one of the bottles of wine fermentation, vacuum cleaner for her only son lying face down and covered in blood, by the blow and choking gas .
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