Wallowing
Word vomit trying to feel the feels in order to bounce back
As soon as I stepped out of that small enclosed tasting room, I knew I had failed.
Never had I changed calls like that so desperately, so irrelevant to anything I observed from any wine, just based on one thing that stuck out. But I did. On two of them consecutively, the last literal minute left. How arrogant I was, thinking I had a good chance of passin…
