#prune juice os

[lohotine]

May I ask for...Prune juice x reader with anxiety hcs? And maybe a one shot of said y/n waking up from a nightmare?

AN: Always up for a Prune Juice request! Half of this was written at 2 A.M., so it might be a little wonky. Enjoy ☆

Prune Juice x Anxious! Reader

Oneshot (headcanons below)

Warnings: None

-Breathe-

"Just focus on the sound of my heart. Can you do that, love?"

Just a few moments ago, you had awoken from yet another nightmare. These things have been getting more and more common lately, and because of this, Prune Juice was also being waken up.

Honestly, why did you have to bother him?

That's one of the thoughts you would think about, but soon, all of your racing thoughts and wandering memories would fade. All you could really focus on was Prune Juice's breathing and heartbeat.

In and out, in and out again. That's how Prune told you to breathe if you ever got anxious.

"I don't know if it'll work for you, but I hope it does. It works for me, after all."

That's what he said. And he was right, like he always was.

Prune Juice could feel you calming down. "Yes, just like that. You are doing an amazing job," he said as he gently ran his fingers through your hair.

All of your silent sobs and tears would be soaked up by his shoulder, and all of your bad thoughts would be pushed away by the sound of his heart.

You don't know why, but he always had such a calming effect on you.

"Now, if you want to talk to me about anything, then I can listen. If you don't want to, then I won't force you to." He kept playing with your hair while whiping away some stay tears.

"Maybe not at the moment," You'd explain with a shaky voice.

"Is there something else you want to do now, then?"

You nod your head. "Can we just cuddle more..?"

Prune Juice cups your face and looking into your eyes with a smile. "Of course. Here, why don't you lay on my chest so you can focus on my heartbeat?"

And so you would do just that. You would rest your head on his chest, and both if you would fall into yet another slumber.

《☆》 Fin

Headcanons:

Prune Juice is very perceptive

He picks up on any anxious signs that you show easily

Always helps you escape the situation if that's what you need

Or he'll just help you with the situation

Never forces you to talk about it if you don't want to, but does get you to tell him what you need

Pretty good at comforting since he also gets anxious sometimes

Will get you to breathe with him

Late at night, if you don't feel like sleeping, he reads stuff with you

Lots of forehead kisses and handholding

Always there when you wake up from nightmares

Very understanding and a great listener

[justlarkin]

Ose!!

Okay, I have two of those moments.

-We had this thing in elementary school around Thanksgiving where family members would come in and have a meal with their kid. My cousin, J, and her cousin, A, brought their grandma to this. So I went through the lunch line quickly and saved our seats. Their grandma dropped off her food and wandered away, not saying a word to me. J and A finally come up and ask where their grandma went. I decide to make up some bs about her going to ask for prune juice because I'm in elementary school and pooing is funny. Ofc they don't believe me because I always fuck with them and ask her when she returns. I'm over here cracking up because I think they're silly for even asking, but then this BITCH SAYS YES, BUT THEY HAD NONE. I was so fucking confused. She never mentioned asking for it and I had NO reason to think that she would. It just came out of nowhere. Was totally convinced I was fucking psychic.

-Other story involves J again, but with her older sister, D. J and D were staying over at my house like usual and we were hanging out in my sister's room. Once again, I decide to be a lying shit out of boredom. I take a quick look out the window and act all schocked and scared while saying there's someone watching the house outside. J believes me and takes a look and then starts freaking out too. I just think she's playing along with my bs, so it's whatever. Then D looks and after being directed where to look by J and she starts freaking out too. Now I'm just sitting there confused. So then my sister also looks and starts talking about needing to tell mom. I take my ass back over to the window and look again. And right by the pine trees across the street in the church parking lot, there was just some guy standing there facing the house. Cue all of us FREAKING THE FUCK OUT and me screaming that I was joking. Mom did nothing when we told her btw and they were out there for a while. No clue if it was just some crackhead or not too. Shii was just weird.

I should really stop making up shit to fuck with my friends because I always manifest some bs 😭

[holycityoflove]

Sencillez

Yo os hablo a todos con sencillez y con el poder de la Palabra...

En la viña de mi padre, las vides de las galaxias están madurando con la plenitud de la misericordia y la bondad. Muchas enredaderas están descuidadas ... crecen altas y salvajes ... el crecimiento de sus hojas aparentemente está fuera de control y sus ramas parecen estar en el caos.

Sin embargo, las hojas de la comprensión son amplias y profundas ... las ramas de la vida y el perdón amoroso se extienden fácilmente hacia todos. Sus uvas son agrias y también dulces; porque una mezcla está ocurriendo.

Y su podador viene ... con la agudeza de la verdad y la compasión, el corta cada rama y cada hoja que ha cumplido su propósito ... cada rama y cada hoja no queda sobre la gran vid de Mi Padre Infinito. Solo quedan la raíz y el tallo después de que el podador de la vida llega para purificar ... para desenredar ... para volver a tejer y a poner orden en el caos de cada hoja y rama. Él mantiene su vid a través de toda la existencia.

Muchos venís ... miráis la apariencia de la vid recién cortada para nada. Aparece la esterilidad ... el viñedo parece estar despojado y privado de toda belleza. Todos los que miráis desde el punto de vista de lo efímero ... los ojos efímeros que perciben sólo en la superficie de la vida ... ellos ven la falta y el caos y la fealdad de las cosas estériles y desoladas ... maldicen al podador, diciendo "¿por qué no te importa? ... ¿por qué no salvas a todas esas hojas y ramas? ... ¿por qué permites que el podador venga y corte toda nuestra belleza? ... salva a los niños del mundo y a las víctimas que están siendo amamantados por la vid de la vida. Derribas todas las cosas hechas por nosotros, y separas nuestra vid ... su creación es una cosa de nuestra belleza mortal ".

El podador luego dice: "contentaos vosotros con lo que pensáis y con vuestras interpretaciones que abundan en la visión limitada que proviene de vuestros instintos menores ... y volved a la hora de la cosecha y mirad".

Luego, en el momento de la cosecha, la aridez desnuda de cada rama y cada porción solitaria de la vid rebosaba de hojas luminosas ... los tallos de la vid brillaban con la aparición de una nueva vida ... racimos pesados ​​de uvas deliciosas pesaban en cada rama en la tierra.

Los recolectores se regocijaron, y cada día ellos llevaban la riqueza de este abundante fruto a la prensa en la que fluían jugos frescos, ricos y encantadores.

He aquí ... vosotros despojaréis de la vid de vuestra mortalidad todas las cosas que succionan sin ceremonias sobre la Vida que viene de las raíces del Celestial Uno. Entonces, crearéis esa fertilidad de receptividad que obtiene un vasto y abundante crecimiento para vosotros mismos.

Todas las maravillosas doctrinas y rituales mortales e ídolos e imágenes y formas de hombres y mujeres son ramas que pronto deben ser cortadas, sus palabras y efusiones de cortesía y los espejismos de sus bromas sociales son hojas que deben ser desarmadas y eliminadas; porque estos pertrechos mortales son inútiles para el avance del individuo y la raza ... estos falsos ídolos mortales de vanidad intelectual y narcisismo emocional han crecido tanto que la luz del sol ya no llega al corazón ... las aguas de la Palabra celestial no pueden fluir por las venas de vuestra inteligencia. Cada individuo y la totalidad de la raza os habéis secado de la limpieza moral y la decisión ética. El podador de la vida prepara un camino para que todos los nutrientes puedan fluir a cada porción de la vid y su follaje pueda traer los frutos de la Vida del Espíritu.

La viña del Señor vuestra Paternidad de la Vida hace que eliminéis todas las imperfecciones mortales innecesarias ... y la tierra se extenderá por todos lados con seres humanos capaces de tener receptividad y reciprocidad con la Fuente Paterna.

He aquí, Yo soy el podador de todas las personas. La Trinidad que Yo represento viene a preparar vuestro abundante crecimiento, y con el Amor de su omnipotencia, nuestra fraternidad corta todas las ramas y hojas innecesarias. Yo podo a vuestra personalidad hasta que no quede nada, sino los tallos desnudos de la vida humana hechos santos y respetuosos.

Mis apóstoles confían en la poda de sus vidas. Conocen la belleza de los tallos desnudos ... son más felices cuando se disuelve la pomposidad de la vegetación espesamente cubierta ... de modo que los tallos de sus vidas son puros y sin asfixia ... Yo y mis apóstoles sacamos en sí la abundancia de la divinidad y prosperidad espiritual a medida que se acerca el tiempo de cosecha.

Ellos dan su aprecio y cooperación al podador que Yo soy ... han venido a colaborar conmigo para acortar su personalidad de cada hoja crecida de más por la indigestión e interpretación mortales.

Ellos experimentan la cosecha como un tiempo de celebración y certeza; porque ellos se regocijan en mi venida y ellos son traídos a la prensa divina donde toda la dureza y la rigidez se exprime para crear el fruto vivo ... la esencia de la Vida.

Michael Of Nebadon

The City Of Christ Michael http://thecityofchristmichael.salvington.org/2019/07/thine-fruitage-of-spirit-glory.html?fbclid=IwAR34hbYQBCv2Sgs-eT56z1_SSAJOh1JMnhD9y2eeB6aKB241e2_dapMnRE4

Original

I speak to all with simplicity and the power of the Word ..

In My Father's vineyard, the vines of the galaxies are ripening with the fullness of mercy and kindness. Many vines are unkept .. they grow high and wild .. the growth of their leaves are seemingly out of control and their branches are appearing to be in chaos.

Yet, the leaves of understanding are broad and deep .. the branches of life and loving forgiveness reach easily outwards to all. Its grapes are sour and also sweet; for there is a mixture occurring.

And his pruner cometh .. with the sharpness of truth and compassion, he cuts off every branch and leaf that hath served his purpose .. every branch and each leaf remains not upon the great vine of My Father Infinite. Only root and stalk remains after the Pruner of Life comes to purify .. to untangle .. to reweave and bring order to the chaos of every leaf and branch. He maintains his vine throughout existence.

Many cometh .. they glance at the appearance of the vine freshly cut down to not a thing. Barrenness appears .. the vineyard appears to be despoiled and stripped of every beauty. All who look from the viewing point of ephemerality .. the ephemeral eyes which perceive only upon the surface of life .. they see the lack and the chaos and the ugliness of things barren and desolate .. they curse the pruner, saying "why dont you care .. why don't you save all those leaves and branches .. why do you allow the pruner to come and cut away all our beauty .. save the children of the world, and the victims who art suckling upon the vine of life. You tear down all things made by us, and you separate apart our vine .. its creation a thing of our mortal beauty."

The pruner then says, "content thyselves with what you think and thine interpretations which abound with limited seeing coming from your lesser instincts .. and come again at harvest time and see."

Then, at harvest time the naked barrenness of every branch and each solitary portion of the vine was overflowing with luminous leaves .. the stalks of the vine were bright with new life appearing .. heavy clusters of delicious grapes weighed every branch to earth.

The gatherers rejoiced, and each day they carried the richness of this bountiful fruitage to the press wherein fresh, rich, lovely juices flowed.

Behold .. ye shall strip away from the vine of your mortality all things which suckle unceremoniously upon the Life coming from the roots of the heavenly One. Then, shall you create that fertility of receptivity which garners a vast bountiful growth for thyselves.

All gorgeous mortal doctrines and rituals and idols and images and forms of men and women are branches which soon must be cut away, their words and gushings of politeness and the mirages of their social banterings are leaves which must become stripped apart and removed; for these mortal accoutrements are useless to the advancing progression of the individual and race .. these false mortal idols of intellectual vanity and emotional narcissism have grown so great that sunlight no longer reaches the heart .. waters from the heavenly Word cannot flow throughout the veins of their intelligence. Every individual and the entirety of the race hath become dried up of moral cleanliness and ethical decisiveness. A way is prepared by the pruner of life so that all nutrients may flow to every portion of the vine and its foliage may bring the fruits of the Spirit Life.

The vineyard of the Lord thy Parenthood of Life cause you to remove all unnecessary mortal imperfections .. and the earth shall becometh spread throughout with human beings capable of receptivity and reciprocity with the Parenthood Source.

Behold, I am the pruner of all individuals .. the Trinity that I represent cometh to prepare thine bountiful growth, and with the Love of his omnipotence, our fellowship cuts away all unneeded branches and leaves .. I prune thine personhood until all is naught but unclothed stalks of human life made holy and respectful.

My apostles trust in the pruning of their life. They knoweth the beauty of the naked stalks .. they are happiest as the pomposity of thickly overgrown vegetation is dissolved .. so that the stalks of their lives are pure and without suffocation .. I and My apostles bring forth in themselves the divinity abundance and spirit prosperity as the harvest time approaches.

They give their appreciation and cooperation to the pruner that I am .. they have come to collaborate with Me in shortening their personality of every overgrown leaf made by mortal indigestion and interpretation.

They experience the harvesting as a time of celebration and certainty; for they rejoice in My coming and they are brought forth unto the divine press where all hardness and rigidity is pressed out to create the living fruitage .. the essence of Life.

Michael Of Nebadon

The City Of Christ Michael h

http://thecityofchristmichael.salvington.org/2019/07/thine-fruitage-of-spirit-glory.html?fbclid=IwAR34hbYQBCv2Sgs-eT56z1_SSAJOh1JMnhD9y2eeB6aKB241e2_dapMnRE4

[sovereignhumanity]

Yo os hablo a todos con sencillez y con el poder de la Palabra...

En la viña de mi padre, las vides de las galaxias están madurando con la plenitud de la misericordia y la bondad. Muchas enredaderas están descuidadas ... crecen altas y salvajes ... el crecimiento de sus hojas aparentemente está fuera de control y sus ramas parecen estar en el caos.

Sin embargo, las hojas de la comprensión son amplias y profundas ... las ramas de la vida y el perdón amoroso se extienden fácilmente hacia todos. Sus uvas son agrias y también dulces; porque una mezcla está ocurriendo.

Y su podador viene ... con la agudeza de la verdad y la compasión, el corta cada rama y cada hoja que ha cumplido su propósito ... cada rama y cada hoja no queda sobre la gran vid de Mi Padre Infinito. Solo quedan la raíz y el tallo después de que el podador de la vida llega para purificar ... para desenredar ... para volver a tejer y a poner orden en el caos de cada hoja y rama. Él mantiene su vid a través de toda la existencia.

Muchos venís ... miráis la apariencia de la vid recién cortada para nada. Aparece la esterilidad ... el viñedo parece estar despojado y privado de toda belleza. Todos los que miráis desde el punto de vista de lo efímero ... los ojos efímeros que perciben sólo en la superficie de la vida ... ellos ven la falta y el caos y la fealdad de las cosas estériles y desoladas ... maldicen al podador, diciendo "¿por qué no te importa? ... ¿por qué no salvas a todas esas hojas y ramas? ... ¿por qué permites que el podador venga y corte toda nuestra belleza? ... salva a los niños del mundo y a las víctimas que están siendo amamantados por la vid de la vida. Derribas todas las cosas hechas por nosotros, y separas nuestra vid ... su creación es una cosa de nuestra belleza mortal ".

El podador luego dice: "contentaos vosotros con lo que pensáis y con vuestras interpretaciones que abundan en la visión limitada que proviene de vuestros instintos menores ... y volved a la hora de la cosecha y mirad".

Luego, en el momento de la cosecha, la aridez desnuda de cada rama y cada porción solitaria de la vid rebosaba de hojas luminosas ... los tallos de la vid brillaban con la aparición de una nueva vida ... racimos pesados ​​de uvas deliciosas pesaban en cada rama en la tierra.

Los recolectores se regocijaron, y cada día ellos llevaban la riqueza de este abundante fruto a la prensa en la que fluían jugos frescos, ricos y encantadores.

He aquí ... vosotros despojaréis de la vid de vuestra mortalidad todas las cosas que succionan sin ceremonias sobre la Vida que viene de las raíces del Celestial Uno. Entonces, crearéis esa fertilidad de receptividad que obtiene un vasto y abundante crecimiento para vosotros mismos.

Todas las maravillosas doctrinas y rituales mortales e ídolos e imágenes y formas de hombres y mujeres son ramas que pronto deben ser cortadas, sus palabras y efusiones de cortesía y los espejismos de sus bromas sociales son hojas que deben ser desarmadas y eliminadas; porque estos pertrechos mortales son inútiles para el avance del individuo y la raza ... estos falsos ídolos mortales de vanidad intelectual y narcisismo emocional han crecido tanto que la luz del sol ya no llega al corazón ... las aguas de la Palabra celestial no pueden fluir por las venas de vuestra inteligencia. Cada individuo y la totalidad de la raza os habéis secado de la limpieza moral y la decisión ética. El podador de la vida prepara un camino para que todos los nutrientes puedan fluir a cada porción de la vid y su follaje pueda traer los frutos de la Vida del Espíritu.

La viña del Señor vuestra Paternidad de la Vida hace que eliminéis todas las imperfecciones mortales innecesarias ... y la tierra se extenderá por todos lados con seres humanos capaces de tener receptividad y reciprocidad con la Fuente Paterna.

He aquí, Yo soy el podador de todas las personas. La Trinidad que Yo represento viene a preparar vuestro abundante crecimiento, y con el Amor de su omnipotencia, nuestra fraternidad corta todas las ramas y hojas innecesarias. Yo podo a vuestra personalidad hasta que no quede nada, sino los tallos desnudos de la vida humana hechos santos y respetuosos.

Mis apóstoles confían en la poda de sus vidas. Conocen la belleza de los tallos desnudos ... son más felices cuando se disuelve la pomposidad de la vegetación espesamente cubierta ... de modo que los tallos de sus vidas son puros y sin asfixia ... Yo y mis apóstoles sacamos en sí la abundancia de la divinidad y prosperidad espiritual a medida que se acerca el tiempo de cosecha.

Ellos dan su aprecio y cooperación al podador que Yo soy ... han venido a colaborar conmigo para acortar su personalidad de cada hoja crecida de más por la indigestión e interpretación mortales.

Ellos experimentan la cosecha como un tiempo de celebración y certeza; porque ellos se regocijan en mi venida y ellos son traídos a la prensa divina donde toda la dureza y la rigidez se exprime para crear el fruto vivo ... la esencia de la Vida.

Michael Of Nebadon

The City Of Christ Michael http://thecityofchristmichael.salvington.org/2019/07/thine-fruitage-of-spirit-glory.html?fbclid=IwAR34hbYQBCv2Sgs-eT56z1_SSAJOh1JMnhD9y2eeB6aKB241e2_dapMnRE4

Original

I speak to all with simplicity and the power of the Word ..

In My Father's vineyard, the vines of the galaxies are ripening with the fullness of mercy and kindness. Many vines are unkept .. they grow high and wild .. the growth of their leaves are seemingly out of control and their branches are appearing to be in chaos.

Yet, the leaves of understanding are broad and deep .. the branches of life and loving forgiveness reach easily outwards to all. Its grapes are sour and also sweet; for there is a mixture occurring.

And his pruner cometh .. with the sharpness of truth and compassion, he cuts off every branch and leaf that hath served his purpose .. every branch and each leaf remains not upon the great vine of My Father Infinite. Only root and stalk remains after the Pruner of Life comes to purify .. to untangle .. to reweave and bring order to the chaos of every leaf and branch. He maintains his vine throughout existence.

Many cometh .. they glance at the appearance of the vine freshly cut down to not a thing. Barrenness appears .. the vineyard appears to be despoiled and stripped of every beauty. All who look from the viewing point of ephemerality .. the ephemeral eyes which perceive only upon the surface of life .. they see the lack and the chaos and the ugliness of things barren and desolate .. they curse the pruner, saying "why dont you care .. why don't you save all those leaves and branches .. why do you allow the pruner to come and cut away all our beauty .. save the children of the world, and the victims who art suckling upon the vine of life. You tear down all things made by us, and you separate apart our vine .. its creation a thing of our mortal beauty."

The pruner then says, "content thyselves with what you think and thine interpretations which abound with limited seeing coming from your lesser instincts .. and come again at harvest time and see."

Then, at harvest time the naked barrenness of every branch and each solitary portion of the vine was overflowing with luminous leaves .. the stalks of the vine were bright with new life appearing .. heavy clusters of delicious grapes weighed every branch to earth.

The gatherers rejoiced, and each day they carried the richness of this bountiful fruitage to the press wherein fresh, rich, lovely juices flowed.

Behold .. ye shall strip away from the vine of your mortality all things which suckle unceremoniously upon the Life coming from the roots of the heavenly One. Then, shall you create that fertility of receptivity which garners a vast bountiful growth for thyselves.

All gorgeous mortal doctrines and rituals and idols and images and forms of men and women are branches which soon must be cut away, their words and gushings of politeness and the mirages of their social banterings are leaves which must become stripped apart and removed; for these mortal accoutrements are useless to the advancing progression of the individual and race .. these false mortal idols of intellectual vanity and emotional narcissism have grown so great that sunlight no longer reaches the heart .. waters from the heavenly Word cannot flow throughout the veins of their intelligence. Every individual and the entirety of the race hath become dried up of moral cleanliness and ethical decisiveness. A way is prepared by the pruner of life so that all nutrients may flow to every portion of the vine and its foliage may bring the fruits of the Spirit Life.

The vineyard of the Lord thy Parenthood of Life cause you to remove all unnecessary mortal imperfections .. and the earth shall becometh spread throughout with human beings capable of receptivity and reciprocity with the Parenthood Source.

Behold, I am the pruner of all individuals .. the Trinity that I represent cometh to prepare thine bountiful growth, and with the Love of his omnipotence, our fellowship cuts away all unneeded branches and leaves .. I prune thine personhood until all is naught but unclothed stalks of human life made holy and respectful.

My apostles trust in the pruning of their life. They knoweth the beauty of the naked stalks .. they are happiest as the pomposity of thickly overgrown vegetation is dissolved .. so that the stalks of their lives are pure and without suffocation .. I and My apostles bring forth in themselves the divinity abundance and spirit prosperity as the harvest time approaches.

They give their appreciation and cooperation to the pruner that I am .. they have come to collaborate with Me in shortening their personality of every overgrown leaf made by mortal indigestion and interpretation.

They experience the harvesting as a time of celebration and certainty; for they rejoice in My coming and they are brought forth unto the divine press where all hardness and rigidity is pressed out to create the living fruitage .. the essence of Life.

Michael Of Nebadon

The City Of Christ Michael h

http://thecityofchristmichael.salvington.org/2019/07/thine-fruitage-of-spirit-glory.html?fbclid=IwAR34hbYQBCv2Sgs-eT56z1_SSAJOh1JMnhD9y2eeB6aKB241e2_dapMnRE4

[laceydelapaz]

How The F* Is Wine Made

The short answer? Viticulture, the cultivation of grapevines. So we’re talking about the history of wine, here.

Wine is one of the oldest drinkable liquids in the world. The first evidence of winemaking was found in the Republic of Georgia, where experts call the birthplace of wine. In the 1970s, a group of archeologists found a bunch of clay pots with symbols of grapes on them, all dug into deep holes in the ground where the wine would age just like it does in modern wine cellars.

In the ancient world, winemaking spread outward from Georgia; traveling to China, the Middle East, Egypt and to the Greeks and Romans. The Romans were the first ones to switch the clay pots to wooden barrels around 200 AD, which completely changed the flavors of the drink. That’s why a lot of time wine-os describe bottles as “oaky.” The Romans were also responsible for bringing the grapevine to Europe, where it took off before the Spanish brought it over to the New World.

It wasn’t until the 1600s when proper corks and thicker bottles extended the fermentation process. Then, around the end of the seventeenth century, Louise Pasteur discovered the agent responsible for the entire fermentation process: Yeast! And from here, things started to really take off for the grape juice. Vinters began to measure sugars, acids, alcohol content, and bacteria.

Up until the 1890s, vines naturally grew together, and that was just the way the cookie crumbled. The French were the first winemakers to purposely put a male and female vine together for reproduction. Yes, grapevines are gendered. It blew my mind too. Today all grapevines are hermaphroditic, which means the vine will produce more of whatever is missing to yield a bigger hoard of grapes.

After all this sex play, the industry boomed with new ways for winemakers to create. Because of all these new developments, winemaking today is a very complicated and scientific process. And American wine takes the ‘cork’ for the most experimental of them all. America is a less historical region for winemaking, so there’s more acceptance for experimentation with production. This also means that we have more modern wineries than our counterparts. In Europe, many vineyards have been family owned for decades – if not centuries – and they still use the same techniques as their grandfathers.

Either way, you look at it, it doesn’t really matter what your method is, because it all comes down to the grapes. Climate, soil conditions, and pruning are all factors that heavily affect the grape. Vines typically grow best in temperate climates, places like China, the Canary Islands, Malaga, and California are all on this list. If it was a particularly good year for harvest then brands will put “vintage” on their bottle. All this means is that at least 95% of the grapes from that harvest were picked and used that year. Some of the most expensive vintages (and wine in general) comes from the Domain Leroy in France. Sommeliers drool over Domain wines and are regarded as one of the best vineyards of all time. Let’s talk pricing: A 1992 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon from Napa Valley is one of the more expensive I almost choked at the price tag, $500,000. Yes, that number is correct, it’s no wonder why it’s used as a status symbol.

Now, when you get invited to that UBER fancy dinner party, you can pull out all this knowledge you’ve learned and impress quite a few people.

Originally published on ARTRPRNR MGZN