Isola e Olena

It's been a crazy month!!!
Since school started. And the ensuing semi-madness.

But sometime before that I had The One.
The One that slithered down my throat like berried-honey and up The List to topple the Preve and St Emillions.

Isola e Olena.
I had been hearing about it from Him. Each time He saw It in a wine list It was usually terribly overpriced. Part of the pleasure of enjoying a bottle is knowing that each delicious drop is worth every cent you're paying. And that you're not getting ripped off.

It was a Saturday evening. We had picked up the (much anticipated) latest installation of Harry Potter from Borders. Next mission: Where to for dinner?

Flipping the trusted Dining Bible, we came upon Michaelangelo's. I had marked the page because I wanted to ask him if he'd tried the place. We had not ventured to the other side of Holland Road. We just got comfy with the usual places.

Michaelangelo's had ONE bottle left.

And I guess the price wasn't too much of a killer. When a huge grin formed after He ordered the bottle, I knew He had done Something. I was in for something.

Okay, I would love to have talked about the food at Michaelangelo's - which was good enough for us that day. (The cheeses, especially, were so stinkingly goood!)

But I HAVE TO GUSH ABOUT the wine.

First sip: smooth, berried, honey, Perfect.
Second sip: as gorgeous as a wine can get.
Third sip: "I can't stop. Damn I'm driving!"
Fourth sip: "I could do the Meg Ryan thingy without even pretending now!"
Somewhere between third and last sip: DAMN, HOW THE HELL DO I MAKE THIS LAST???

After Last Sip: I've been so blessed. I can die happy now.

I think He was so amused that I was so taken to it. I can't remember if wine has been orgasmic before. I think this one is.

I think He's done for. I think He's worried too.

Umm, how much for a ticket to Italy?