Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Nemiroff. Armenian. Flavoured magnificently with the two ripe red pimentoes swirling in it.

A twisted stalk of moneyplant swirls inside the bottle now, with one pimento, saved for Naveen, floating near the neck, yellow and limp. He never turned up to claim it, but like the bottles themselves, sometimes even the lees isn't meant to be discarded.