I’m in wine detox.
We’ve recently returned from the Sonoma Valley in California, which was an absolute sensory delight.
Our favorite restaurant became the Harvest Moon Cafe — a true farm-to-table gem, where the menu changes daily.
When we weren’t eating at the Harvest Moon, we grabbed a cocktail at the girl + the fig. This was the Fig Kiss, an inspired drink with St. Germain Elderflower Liqueur, Cranberry juice, and the main event: Figcello di Sonoma. It’s only sold in two shops in Sonoma, so we bought a bottle that is currently making its way here courtesy of UPS Ground. Hello Summer.
Sonoma was filled with three things: wine, of course.
Less expected was the Wisteria, which seemed to drip off of everything that would stand still. We’re passed its season in DC so it was lovely to encounter it again, along with, in general, More Spring.
And otherwise some of the prettiest (and largest) roses I have ever seen.
Perhaps my favorite thing about wine country was the language of wine — how precise, poetic, and absurd it is. I went out there to learn about wine, and I did. So. More soon.
Finished reading Gore Vidal’s The City and the Pillar and Jane Gardam’s Old Filth