
RA 3 hours 47 minutes 24 seconds
Declination +24 degrees 7 minutes
Sean Thackrey Pleiades XVI
Sometime one can look up at the sky and try to comprehend the impossible distances, the scale beyond human reckoning, and the perplexing marriage of time and distance. In spite of the certitude of science the profound chemistry and physics of distant stars does not wake thoughts of fusion but rather of wonder that can not be contained by words, only hinted at by language.
It was one hell of wine I had. My serious wine friends have been on about this one for a while and their description certainly piqued my curiosity. If I am to believe the stories the wine maker is some lunatic out of the fringes of society, such as it is in Northern California, letting twigs and beasts fall into his recycled fermenting vessels without so much as a how do. I had been told his mutant blend named after the Seven Sisters tasted of nothing so much as an entire eucalyptus grove fallen into a velvet sea of cherries, slowly disturbing the forest floor, which also seems to have found it's way into the wine what with the farm critters and cacutus and what not. And it does. This is made from grapes? I can scarce believe it. Methinks sorcery is involved.
Nice length too.
I have been told that the plans are to not continue the production of this wine. This makes Thackrey a criminal of the worst sort in my mind.
I would very appreciate hearing from others who have experience with this wine, with an eye towards expected life should say some humble poster here want to buy a crate so as to spend his summer evenings on the porch howling at the moon.