The Old Lady and The Wine Jar

I spend a lot of my daytime hours writing, reading and/or researching for my writing. I start in the morning, after an online yoga or barre class, when my brain cells are at their freshest. A few diet cokes and left-overs for lunch easily get me through to around 2 or 3 in the afternoon.  I wrap it up then if I have a previously scheduled appointment or errand to run. If I have neither, I continue on until 5 pm. (My wine time is the carrot on the stick that gets me through those last two hours!) Recently, I have been researching fairy tales and fables for a writing project (Intrigued? go to BBWALSH.COM)
 
I came across one of Aesop’s Fables that sums up my intentions for IF CORKS COULD TALK. COM
 
Enjoy:
 
 
“The Old Woman and the Wine-Jar
 
You must know that sometimes old women like a glass of wine. One of this sort once found a Wine-jar lying in the road, and eagerly went up to it hoping to find it full. But when she took it up she found that all the wine had been drunk out of it. Still she took a long sniff at the mouth of the jar. 
"Ah," she cried, "What memories cling 'round the instruments of our pleasure.”
 
Excerpt From: Aesop. “Aesop's Fables.” iBooks. https://itun.es/us/dlHTD.l
 
I’m pretty sure I am “one of this sort.” I can relate. The aroma of cabernet’s dark fruit and savory scents instantly brings me to picnics on the beach, card games at the kitchen table, sunset cruising on the boat. Girlfriends sitting cross-legged on the couch, candle lit bubble baths with a good book, even mouth-watering medium rare steak and potato meals, come crashing in with just one sniff.
 
Care to share the first thing that comes to mind when you take “a long sniff of the mouth of the jar” of your favorite vino?