Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Bordeaux





To My Favorite Bordeaux,

I can't say I know too many people who liked you when you were younger. You were too caustic, too one dimensional and too obtuse. Suffice to say, you were just too sour for people to palette. Some of the less intuitive gave up on you, citing their disappointment that so much potential amounted to such an unimpressive slosh with an overpriced cork on its shoulders.

But something about you told me to stick around. I don't know. Something about your aura gave me a glimmer of hope for a better future. I kept you around and watched you evolve. Gave you the space you needed to grow. Tried to temper your environment. Even shared words of encouragement and tidbits of inspiration to push your aspirations higher. For a few years, you resisted, and even I almost gave up. Not even Dionysus himself could force a change in your tannic ways.

I blissfully bore witness to the gradual shedding of your former self, and like a butterfly you emerged from your self-imposed protective shell to grace the world with the inner radiance I saw in you before I knew what to call it. I am proud to say I know you, for to know you is to know perseverance, humility and hope.

You only get better with time.


-The UE

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow!

This really makes me want to get my hands on a glass of Bordeaux.

lemnada said...

Love this post!

And on the flip side, sometimes it's also the drinker getting "better with time" and understanding where Bordeaux is coming from too.

Tex said...

If you've got your hands on a Chateau Rothschild I'm buying my plane ticket this afternoon...