Cool Down
I can go without ice, a great sacrifice I know, but there was good company in camp and my white wine provisions were warm. “Ag, for shame” I hear you say. Poor planning or misaligned priorities the accusations will rightly say.
There should be no part of a gentleman’s soul that should go meekly into a room or camp with a warm bottle of something white if it can be helped, “death before dishonour” and all that.
So with good company, cheer, and honor at-stake, primal instincts went into play.… Read More
