In reflecting on a year of tasting, I am fascinated by what persists in memory. Which wines have remained vivid and which have been subsumed into the static-like noise of endless tasting-note spreadsheets? For the wines that have left the most indelible impressions, is that imprint about the wine or about me? Perhaps some have remained memorable or meaningful not because of how they tasted, but because of what I was feeling, needing or paying attention to in the moment. Maybe they are more emotional markers than they are sensory signals.
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