Craciun fericit, prietenii mei
Thursday, December 25th, 2008


It’d be easy to justify paying more for a decade old bottle of wine, if it were given a rather rustic look compared to a standard bottle of wine. Like treasure unearthed from a long-forgotten cavern below some WWII wreckage. Everyone seems to admire its charm, wondering what you paid for it, and how it tastes.
Neither of which I’ll tell you. Buy your own.







Surrounded by bloc apartments, I sometimes wonder what in the world some people are doing. In the US, it would be none of my business. Here, it’s just a morbid curiosity.
