The stars at night,
are big and bright!
Deep in the heart of Patagonia!
Postales del fin del Mundo: Plucked only for the inspiring label and name, Postales presents a delightful grape inspired medley, tasty and surprisingly tart and strong. Fit for a gaucho. No se che. You be the judge. Come to Patagonia and get some. Better than the previous night’s box wine, but we don’t whine and remember that to dine with wine is divine! Huzzah! To Patagonia and the Gods of Grape! Best enjoyed on a chilly Patagonian eve with a side of vacio inside a cozy chalet or, better yet, under a blanket of stars drunk straight from the bottle gaucho style naked to the elements, panuelo billowing in the breeze. Remember, in Patagonia We Trust…and we trust no one! Words on the label do say: “Postcards from the End of the World: All of the mystery that envelopes our wines emanates from the place in which we encounter a region of inhospitable beauty, in whose infinite passages we can appreciate the last footprints of creation.” Indeed.
Patagonia be breached son and we remember the words of Lars…could it be true, is the adventure over? Really, could it be?
A long time coming indeed. But where to now? Does it matter?
Ah, but we also remember that the light that burns twice as bright burns half as long – and you have burned so very, very brightly.
Look at you: you’re the Prodigal Son; returned to reap the wastelands.
Savor the Victory…and REVEL in your time!
Ha, nothin’s over till I say it’s over!