Jordan Chaney
Dynamite
At first I was blown to pieces like the delicate ghosts of dandelions being blown away by a spring breeze.
Jordan Chaney
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WINTER 2012
The spoils
When you have been torn to pieces by love, by war, it’s easy to mistake wine for glue. It’s easy to allow the winepress to squeeze and chew whatever’s left of you and retreat from the arrows, the cannons.
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JORDAN CHANEY
The Drunken Sufi
When I talk about wine I talk about exploring the unknown or my own ignorance and I'm OK with being oblivious I'm OK with looking slightly foolish and asking the winemaker questions like "what other fruits did you ferment with these grapes? or "just how much cinnamon did you decide ...
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JORDAN CHANEY
New wine
drink and be merry, our dreams are upon us the new wine's springing from yesterday's vines have grown this far just to fill our glasses
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JORDAN CHANEY
Beyond the crush
A red man usually I am rolling in the sheets with my scantily clad petit faithful smashing grapes between our teeth in a dream state high above sleep lost in purple mountains and fruited plains where desire has me wakeful
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JORDAN CHANEY
Ode to Grape
I have a crush on you you beautiful bulbous berry of the gods you galaxy of dark blue stars you plump and precious bottle of Pinot Noir
