The Bottom of a Bottle of Red

An empty bottle of wine is not frequently a topic of conversation nor an item of admiration per say, but for me it tells a story; a story I wish to tell.

At the risk of sounding like a lush, I love enjoying an excellent bottle of wine. I appreciate the details of it all… the shape of the bottle , the history that lies behind it; even down to the uncorking of the bottle and please use a handheld corkscrew.

Uncorked is the bottle, the wine left open to air, the aromas of spice, berries and notes of acidic deliciousness fill the space around you.

but it’s in the moments that follow that leave me longing for the next time I uncork a bottle:

The smiles shared among friends as their lips take that first sip.

The secrets told in a space of confidence.

The intimate glances shared between two people.

The laughs filling the room with stories told

… all shared around a bottle of red

Wine has always been a staple in my household; well, wine and bread, but this story is about wine.

In a Chilean household, every memorable moment involves a bottle of wine… Chilean wine of course. It seals the moment in time, stamped by the sanctity that is a bottle of Red.

The only thing remaining after these moments are the warmth in our souls caused by both a bit of lingering wine and our hearts filled with laughter and good company

…and on the table will remain the empty bottle of red

As the last drop of red falls, the story of the night is complete and saved for later recollection

Pictured Below is a bottle of Merlot from Napa Valley shared between friends on Baker Beach in San Francisco.