#caymus

[carlosison]

Napa is pretty nice.

[yaphankwines]

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

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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…

[oh-bother-stickers]

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Lisa Frank Casey and Caymus Tape

1990s

Found on Ebay, user shoproseyy

[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."

[tanglewoodpetz]

I sent out pets as a petzmas gift to some people. Discord flagged me as a bot and warned people that what I sent was a virus. it's not. I have 15-ish more to go, I think. I know there's people I missed. I feel bad about that, but I was going off the letters to SantaPaws and PSC's Wishmas.

I'm also feeling some major imposter syndrome suddenly. Like I'm not a real petz player because I'm not giving out fancy hexed petz or don't have fancy addballz hexed petz. Or something. I don't know.

All I know if I feel like a fraud for some reason.

It also feels weird asking for so many pets for the advent things. I don't know. just asking for them and getting them feels wrong. Like I'm begging, or not supposed to ask for so many. But I'm following the rules. (now that I know them and have asked and clarified.)

I'm for some reason feeling terrified of Celia. Maybe because I know she can kick me out? So can Hash and Harry, and Mazz, I think? I don't know.

Just feeling out of sorts today.

Have a picture of Carter, one of four Lisa Frank labs I hexed. I kept him and sold the other three on the Bazaar. Real simple, uses the lisav2 palette. They even had stamps with each of them (Casey, Caymus, and Candy.) I'm loving him. I want to hex other Lisa Frank characters like the cats, but I don't know if I'm good enough. Won't know until I try, I guess.

In other news, took Salem to the vet. (the fancy more expensive cancer-vet, not the normal one.) Got his exam, vitals, bloodwork done. His white blood cell count is a little low, but not too low to stop the chemo. Keep doing what we're doing. He's active and not acting like he's sick for the most part, despite the lumpiness of the cancer on his head. He even played with some yarn I was working with two days ago.

In other other news. On the last step to possibly having some online work again (after getting laid off in March.) Fingers crossed I pass the little exam. I'm feeling impostery regarding this too, but I think that's just because it's new-to-me jitters. Would feel this way with any job, most likely.

[yaphankwines]

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[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

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Lisa Frank Casey and Caymus Notepad

1990s

Found on Ebay, user bodens_99