Amuse Bouche

I drained the glass in thirty seconds. White wine. What is the point of it? I picked up the bottle and studied the label. Apparently the vines are grown in soil treated in harmony with the lunar cycle, using manure buried in a cow’s horn and flower heads of yarrow fermented in a stag’s bladder….

“You like it?” asked Ruth.

“Subtle and fruity,” I said, “with a hint of bladder.”

from The Ghost by Robert Harris (2007). Highly Recommended