Moments of solitude. When my colleagues poured me a glass of Lanson Brut recently my thoughts left the room—though it was only momentarily, it happened—when I returned to the company at hand, it was as if I had never left. What happened? With the removal of the cork, release of the wine, and pour into a flute, my mind climbed into a place where I was recalling all of the decades that I had tasted, analyzed, and savored this #champagne. I have long history with the #lansonblacklabel and my professional training sent me back in time to fetch, recall, and add this moment to our history. This always happens when wines are placed in front of me. Fortunately few people ever notice because that moment is always so quick but just enough for me to add to my #winetasting notes. If you ever pour wine for me, don’t look to see if I have escaped into another world because I have, and I always return before anyone ever notices. (Photo by Wilfred Wong, July 21, 2017, Middletown, CA) (at Middletown, California)