I had a rejuvenating weekend of getting chores done, firepit time, grilling meats, and learned a little more about the awful machinery that makes this thing tick.  Turns out I'm a contradicting, somehow complicated mess.  And I need to dabble in 1,059 mini hobbies to be content.  

The review is what I believe is the final bottle from that soccer trip to Total Wine.  But don't quote me on that; I don't keep great notes still. 

Embarrasing story?  I've got one, that really should have ended with me kidnapped and buried in my neighbor's basement.  But besides my best efforts it obviously didn't. 

Enjoy!