As if I were Geppetto, i found my son at the local Super Valu @ Davie. He was there, amongst the bright, bold and beautiful autumnesque pumkins. Lacking melanin and a pretty face, this albino was surely mine to find. With one foul swoop, we approached full, and complete adoption.
Ol' Geppetto needed a quick cat nap since it was almost happy hour and there was work to do.
Upon my workbench, a glass of vino, tools for carving, and a fathers will to mould a son into what he was meant to be. Knowing nothing of how this fine child will meld with my love and perserverence, he became.
Thus child I present to you tonight, without name until I found this wine I will speak of.
Everything fitting. Like the Lodi Old Vines of Zinfandel of "Gnarly Head" I sip tonight, my child is complete.
Much like my son, this wine is 'head pruned' --meaning the shoots grow directly out of the head of the trunk with no trellis system.
These Old Vines produce fewer grapes...which in turn creates a more intense flavoured wine that explodes on inpact...in the mouth. With layers of jammy blackberries, cassis and spice, start with Gnarly Vines, end with a Gnarly Wine!
...also a possible after-thought, I may smash his head --"that explodes on inpact"!
<3
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you wouldn't recognize this pumpkin today as it is in fast decay on our deck .
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