Chateau Papa

[miniscreams]

I savored roaming the vineyard alone, picking grapes for my private reserve of red wine. Papa planted the vines when he was quite young. By the time he was my age, he walked these rows with a grandchild in tow. Over time he taught me everything needed to run his premium winery.

Papa was round, with a full body. His skin, dry and leathery, smelled of oak and cigars. These grapes will be perfect for my reserve, fermented in animal skins, or rather Papa's skin. He used this technique with goatskins but insisted his would elevate a Malbec to perfection.

[pondspider]

Very nice. I like the description of Papa in the second para, "a full body" and that he "smelled of oak and cigars".

Is wine really fermented in animal skins, btw? Whatever, the idea that Papa wanted his own skin to be used in that way is oddly appealing. A sign of his dedication to the persuance of the perfect wine.

[strawman]

You know what they say about new wine in old wine skins...