#caymus

[carlosison]

Napa is pretty nice.

[yaphankwines]

Yaphank Liquors: Crafting Extraordinary Moments, One Sip at a Time

Yaphank Wines invites you to savor the exceptional craftsmanship of Yaphank Liquors. Our curated selection boasts diverse flavors, embodying the artistry of spirits. Elevate your libation experience with us.

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[wine-porn]

California Bound

I tried Caymus’ new ‘California’ cab last night. It honestly wasn’t as bad as I expected. Oh it’s bad–don’t get me wrong–cloying and concentrated, the whole concept a burnt garish steroidal concoction with the complexity of an Old Fashioned. It feels like Paso had a love-child with Sonoma perhaps, with strong brush-strokes inside the lab. Still, it makes Bonanza taste like Togni. Funny: the ABV…

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Lisa Frank Casey and Caymus Tape

1990s

Found on Ebay, user shoproseyy

[blueskiesandwindchimes]

Lisa Frank Craft

For Christmas, I got some funny stickers for my husband to put in his stocking. In turn, he got me some vintage Lisa Frank stickers that he found on Ebay. I decided to use some of them to make a air freshener box that hangs from the rearview mirror of my car. When it was done, I put a Febreze small spaces air freshener inside. It actually works quite well! I also sprayed the box with sheer UV sunscreen to hopefully help keep the sun from fading it. Here's some pictures of my process!

[nearlydark]

The walking fool

[lisafrank-lfi]

[dgf2099]

The Driver Suit Blog-Paint Scheme Grades-June 15, 2024

By David G. Firestone Ross Chastain #1 Kubota Chevy Camaro-No real change positive or negative, so this gets a B. Brad Keselowski #6 King’s Hawaiian/Despicable Me 4 Ford Mustang-I love a good fade, and the minion eating the tire is a fun addition. A Chase Elliott #9 NAPA Gold Filters Chevy Camaro-Same scheme as last year, same A grade. Ryan Blaney #12 Menard’s/Moen Ford Mustang-Same scheme as…

[theliquorstorenewyork]

Caymus Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon - The Liquor Store

Caymus has a signature style that is dark in color, with rich fruit and ripe tannins - as approachable in youth as in maturity. Since its founding in 1972, Caymus has become renowned as a consistent leader in the production of Napa Valley Cabernet. Grapes for this wine are farmed in 8 of Napa’s 16 sub-appellations, with diversification enabling us to make the best possible wine in a given year. Our Cabernet offers layered, lush aromas and flavors, including cocoa, cassis and ripe berries.

[ripeteeth]

What's the wine equivalent of this gif?

Caymus Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon in Napa Valley. All style, no substance

[rampxnt]

open to: m/f/nb 25+ muse: enzo lombardi, tequila brand owner, 33, pisces plot: y/m and enzo have a long history of knowing each other, y/m wanted smth serious but he didn't, so y/m went and got into a relationship, but they still fuck and hang around each other and enzo is cool with your fiance, if u wanna plot more lmk

He knew he was supposed to show up at their house the following week, but for some reason, they just couldn't get out of his head. The jealousy of their fiancé being in their brand-new home, arriving the Sunday before him, gnawed at his brain. When they swung the door open, Enzo stood there with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his left hand holding a bottle of Caymus Cabernet. "I know, I know – I'm early," he said with a playful glint in his eye. Enzo stepped inside, his gaze lingering on them for a moment longer than necessary. "I couldn't wait," he added, his voice low and teasing. "Besides, I thought a little wine might make for a nice surprise."

[yaphankwines]

Yaphank Wines: Where Every Bottle Tells a Tale

In the quaint village of Yaphank, a hidden gem awaits wine enthusiasts, connoisseurs, and those seeking the perfect bottle for any occasion. Yaphank Wines, more than just a store, stands as a haven where the artistry of winemaking converges with a curated collection that reflects the diverse world of wines.

Curated Excellence

At Yaphank Wines, our shelves are not just adorned with bottles; they showcase a curated selection that spans regions, varietals, and styles. From the velvety reds of Bordeaux to the crisp whites of New Zealand, our collection tells a tale of the global tapestry of winemaking. Every bottle is meticulously chosen, ensuring that it embodies the essence of its origin and the craftsmanship of its makers.

Local Gems and International Charms

Our commitment to diversity is reflected in the inclusion of local gems and international charms. Yaphank Wines shop takes pride in featuring not only renowned vineyards from around the world but also highlighting the excellence of local winemakers. This balance creates an eclectic selection that caters to the preferences of our community while inviting exploration of new and exciting flavors.

Knowledgeable Guidance

Navigating the world of wines can be a delightful journey with the knowledgeable team at Yaphank Wines. Our staff, passionate about the art of winemaking, stands ready to offer guidance, recommendations, and insights. Whether you're a seasoned connoisseur or a novice eager to explore, we ensure a personalized and enriching shopping experience.

Tasting Events: A Celebration of Flavor

Yaphank Wines transforms into a tasting destination with our regular events, where patrons can embark on a sensorial journey through the nuances of wines. These events go beyond the traditional retail experience, providing an opportunity to savor, appreciate, and learn about the flavors, aromas, and pairings that make each bottle unique.

Beyond Retail: Yaphank Wines Community

Yaphank Wines aspires to be more than a retail space; it aims to build a community of wine enthusiasts who share a passion for discovery. Our events, promotions, and online platforms create spaces where like-minded individuals can connect, share recommendations, and celebrate the joys of a well-curated glass.

Elevating Every Occasion

Whether you're celebrating a special moment, planning an intimate dinner, or simply seeking a delightful accompaniment to your evening, Yaphank Wines has the perfect bottle. Our collection is a testament to the belief that every occasion can be elevated with the right wine, and we take pride in being the go-to destination for those seeking that perfect pour.

In conclusion, Yaphank Wines invites you to explore, experience, and elevate your wine journey with us. Step into our store, where every bottle tells a tale, and every sip is an invitation to savor the artistry, diversity, and excellence that define the world of wines.

If you want to delve deeper into our featured wines, events, and the world of winemaking, visit Yaphankwines.com for an immersive experience. Cheers to discovering new flavors, creating lasting memories, and enjoying the richness of life—one bottle at a time. 🍷✨

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☎️ Phone: (631) 504–6025 📬 Mail: yaphankwines@gmail.com 💻 Website: yaphankwines.com 📍 Address: 525 Boulevard East, Yaphank, NY 11980

[wine-porn]

Rutherford Low

Of COURSE I had to get the Rutherford–but that’s as far as I am going to venture into a no-name discount bulk-wine swill. This one shows considerably better than the “Stag’s Leap��� of a few days ago–but not much. Dark, pretty ruby in the glass with powerful legs. Musty and worn on the nose: a stagnant, slightly oxidized stew of smoky ripe fruit and decent floral textures aligned with copious…

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Lisa Frank Casey and Caymus Notepad

1990s

Found on Ebay, user bodens_99

[maxbegone]

WIP Wednesday but it’s Bill and Frank because I’m still freaking here

“Have you always lived alone?”

The question comes so naturally, so unexpectedly, that the spoon Bill is using to ladle au jus over the venison he’s cooked tilts, dripping into the flame of the stovetop.

Frank has been here about a week, and though he shows no signs of leaving in his gentle, calming manner, Bill isn’t fully ready to admit that he would prefer he stay. Still, years of solitude are seeped deep into his bones. He’s still not quite used to…this. Company. Early companionship.

Warmth.

He jumps back from the stove just slightly as the flame crackles and spikes, looking over his shoulder at Frank where he stands on the opposite side of the kitchen island. There’s a bottle of Côte-Rôtie stationed in front of him, uncorked and breathing, flanked by two small crystal wine glasses from the same set they’ve been using on and off the last seven days.

When he uncharacteristically entrusted Frank with the task of finding a wine to pair with their dinner over at the liquor store, he didn’t expect him to return with something so perfect. Then again, everything about this last week has been entirely unexpected.

The Beaujolais and subsequent decadent reds are just additive.

Maybe Bill is overindulging in this, but he’s been allowing himself to do so since everything crumbled and he carried that case of Caymus into his dining room. He knows how to moderate his resources, sure — he’s a survivalist, after all — but he’s never had a guest. So, perhaps, overindulging and showing off his homegrown culinary prowess isn’t the worst thing in the world.

And there are worse things out there.

Still, the question startles him enough for Frank to huff a small laugh and ask once again.

“It’s a big house,” he says observantly, looking around with the tiniest smile. “Three bedrooms, original hardwood flooring and crown molding. Everything’s well-preserved. Well, minus the dust.” He laughs again, clear as a bell, and Bill has to bite the inside of his cheek to refrain from grunting. He woke up three days ago to find Frank polishing the mantle with an old rag he had found, making it look good as new. Strangely, he didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop.

“So,” Frank continues, settling on his elbows, “have you always lived alone?”

Bill closes his eyes, turning back around. “No.”

A beat. “Family?”

He lets out a low and slow breath and turns the knob until the flame flickers out.

“It’s okay,” Frank says, almost in a whisper. “You don’t have to answer. I don’t mean to pry.”

Bill silently finishes plating their food, sets the pan in the sink and grabs their plates. With them in hand, he looks back across the room at Frank. “My mother,” he finally replies. It’s tight, rough, like sandpaper.

A flicker of realization comes over Frank’s face. “She died before the outbreak.”

“Summer of 2000. Cancer.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“She was a smoker,” Bill dismisses, awkwardly pushing backward through the door into the dining room and holding it open for Frank to follow. “She was eighty-nine.”

“A long life,” Frank notes with a chime. He sets the glasses and bottle down, settling into the chair at the head of the table that he claimed during that first lunch as Bill places a plate in front of him. “A beautiful home.”

“We made it what it needed to be.” Bill hesitates a moment, watching as Frank pushes a glass toward the seat directly to his left. He’s still standing as the wine is poured and Frank, with an open palm, gestures for him to take a seat beside him.

He does, running his hands over his jeans trepidatiously. A week, yet even a civilized meal between the two of them is something he’s still finding himself adjusting to.

Again, solitude…

Frank pours himself a glass, twisting the bottle so the wine doesn’t drip from the lip. “Was it just the two of you?”

“I moved back in with her when she refused to move into assisted living.” He cuts into the venison. “She was a stubborn woman.”

Frank chuckles. “I can see where you get it from.”

Bill looks away. “She took care of me. No siblings, there was an aunt that lived with us for a little while, my old man fucked off before I even made it to high school. But,” he nods toward their meal, “the bastard did teach me how to hunt.”

“Which, might I just say, is once again fucking incredible,” Frank tells him, pointing at his plate with his fork, root vegetables speared on the prongs with a piece of meat.

Bill hums. “You’re kind.”

“It is one of my gratuitous traits.”

He looks up and there it is again. That brilliant, almost blinding smile that Bill swears he’ll never grow accustomed to.

“So it was…a comfortable home, then?” Frank asks, and just like everything with this man, Bill is taken aback.

He’s never really focused on how to describe this place outside of “home.” Four walls and a roof, a picket fence and overly-friendly neighbors he steered clear of solely because he wanted to.

But, sure. “Comfortable,” he repeats as if he’s testing it. “There are worse words.” He takes a sip of wine, letting it bob against his lips before continuing. “Thank you for not saying ‘loving.”

“Well, that’s not for me to assume, is it?” Frank replies. He raises a brow. “But who knows…maybe it could be.”

[quitecontraryy]

You took my love for granted You left me lost and disenchanted Bulldoze my heart as if you planned it My prince was so unjustly handsome Who was a knight in shining armour? I could've sworn you loved me harder Might as well down this Caymus bottle I ain't the type to play the martyr