Châteauneuf-du-Pape Cuvée Da Capo 2000

The 'Third Apostle' was tucked away in the drawers of my memory. This wine awakened a small, yet irreplaceable emotion that I had almost forgotten. What day was that scene from? It was the season moving towards summer—playing to our hearts' content with good friends in the fields until the sun began to set. While playing hide and seek, I realized I was left alone in a vacant lot, my friends' presence vanished without a trace. In the lot, white dandelions, now rarely seen, grew in clusters among the weeds. The spreading sunset dyed them a deep red. From somewhere, the delicious aroma of dinner being prepared wafted through the air. Was something being grilled? Mixing with the scent of the grass, it became an exquisite aroma of herbs and spices that tickled my nose. Alone in the twilight of the vacant lot, the wind carrying the scent of family gatherings made me irresistibly homesick. Let's go home, let's go home, I thought, and began to walk. But the houses in the twilight all looked the same. No matter how far I walked, home seemed to retreat further away. As I lost my way, hungry and on the verge of tears, a warm hand rested on my shoulder. "Boy...." The owner of the warm, large hand smiled at me and gave me sweets to ease my anxiety. I put that small piece in my mouth. A comforting sweetness. An unimaginable richness. That warmth was etched forever in my young heart as a fleeting memory. When I came to, I was standing in front of my house. Through the slightly open window, I could hear the laughter of family gatherings. Yearning for the warmth of my beloved and trusted family, I opened the heavy wooden door.