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Creation is Waiting, BUT ...

...If not you, then somebody else!

Hey friends! Welcome to God and Wine! Follow me on this fanciful journey as I (finally) step into myself over and over again.

Today's Vlog

God opens doors that so many of us miss because we're looking off in the other direction. Or fear and uncertainty keep us from walking through those doors. Regardless, there's a world out there waiting for you to walk through these promise-filled doors on the way to your purpose. I'm so glad I did. Not sure where it is that I'll end up, but God has promised me that it'll be great! So here's to getting the ball rolling!




Today's wine




Duckhorn Vinyards

Varietal: 79% Cabernet Sauvignon, 17% Merlot, 2% Cabernet Franc, 2% Petit Verdot
Vintage: 2012

Winemaker Notes
Both generous and graceful, this is a lovely expression of Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon with aromas of black raspberry, red currant, vanilla bean and milk chocolate. One the palate, firm yet supple tannins add weight and structure, supporting layers of plum, raspberry and cinnamon spice.

My Notes
I first tried Duckhorn in 2013. I don't drink champagne, so for NYE 2013, I treated myself to a bottle of the 2010 Vintage. This bold wine is met with a smoothness that almost makes you forgot you're drinking a Cabernet blend. I particularly loved the nice, long finish (which I have an affinity for) and didn't mind the hints of chocolate (which I'm usually not a fan of). This wine pairs well with simply prepared steaks or robust burgers. It could also pair well with certain pork dishes.














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