There is time to breathe...plenty of time...
Don't rush this.
Uncorked, wine poured, glass half full (or empty, depending on your disposition)...words water in your mouth. Satiated before the first sip, you savor the smells -- you even taste them, like the feelings you can see in your dreams.
The wine waits...breathing...with glassed enjoyment's transparency, knowing it will be shared -- believing that it will be.
Persistently it pursues the hours, as flavors evolve and grow into a perfect pairing...
...with lamb curry.
It wasn't supposed to be this way, to be drunk this way -- this dark, this red. "Go with a Sauvignon Blanc, or a Riesling," said a green aproned Liquor Mart employee; pointing --> "over in aisle 19. The tall skinny bottles." I walked to said aisle and stood there for God knows how long, debating against the white wine. The acidity of reds fight with the spice of the curry. Don't try it, he said.
I heeded, and bought a cheap bottle of Sauvignon Blanc; headstrong, I also bought a cheap bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. Ill-advised, the latter was chosen as evening accompaniment. And yet, it sounded perfectly...committed, concentrated, a collection of colors, timbred with the simplicity of complex grace.