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Put a Cork in It! – Part Twelve: Have You Seen My Keys?

Wine Harlots drink a lot of wine, and have a dilemma. Not about the wine consumption, but what to do with all the cork closures. Join us while we find uses for the leftover corks.

Wine Harlots are kinda grooving on this one, CorKey, a keychain using a recycled wine [...]

Paul Revere's Ride

Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch,
Of the North [...]

Wine Harlots are One!

The Wine Harlots love-child is one! A year ago we published our first wine commentary where we declared, “If this wine was a man, I’d marry him.” And the love endures. It’s been a wild and wooly year. We moved from the left coast to Below the Beltway and back again. We’ve [...]

Spring is in the Air

Starry Night Over the Rhone

“Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essense.” — Vincent van Gogh

Don’t Afraid of the Zork!

If you happen to see a bottle with a Zork™ closure, don’t pass up the wine, make a pass for it. Wine Harlots love new technology that works. And this works brillantly. It’s a plastic closure with a peel off band that even a Wine Harlot can open with ease. [...]

Bacchus

Bring me wine, but wine which never grew
In the belly of the grape,
Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, reaching through
Under the Andes to the Cape,
Suffer no savor of the earth to scape.

Let its grapes the morn salute
From a nocturnal root,
Which feels the acrid juice
Of Styx and Erebus;
And turns [...]

A Clear Midnight / Starry Night

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted [...]

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his [...]

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