The wine I drank with Jude was like a whole meal—you could taste the fruit and the soil. At home he had a liquor cabinet with whiskey imported from Japan, and a gin that was so sweet and clear you could drink it straight, with an ice cube and a single orange peel. Learning that one experience could contain so many things, that all the senses are associative. When the wine landed full on my palate, it seemed that he’d brought depth to my world.
