Nov 27, 2011 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (To Drink the Great Lady)

Though his taste was world renown, she was uncertain when he chose the 2009 Pingus, a Spanish vintage, to pair with the caviar urchin. The supple texture of the roe demanded the voracity of a crisp, Premier crus, whilst the initial burst of flavour required the acidity found along the northern slopes of Champagne. And though he conceded that the selection was indeed, unconventional, its complexity, he offered, was bold enough to withstand the profundity of the roe, yet sophisticated enough to console the bare palate, once such an amorous affair had come to its end.

Claire Mulberry considered the presentation of the sommelier, with careful note. The Austrian savant, celebrated for his palate, was well aware of her culinary pedigree, and it would be a feat, he surmised, were he able to persuade the astute chef to his viticultural guidance. And just as a slight smile had begun to develop upon his lips, it was her husband, the builder of dreams, who would request a bottle of the 1998 Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame Rosé, as he arrived at the table, within the French eatery.

And though the breadth of his smile would not be realised, he could take refuge in the knowledge that the architect was a connoisseur of the rarest sort, as acknowledged in his second concession of the day:

“Excellent choice, Mr. Mulberry.”

Implode. Part LXXIII – DK

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    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK