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Medium Wine Cellar in Chicago Inspiration for a mid-sized timeless concrete floor wine cellar remodel with storage racks

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Medium Wine Cellar in Chicago Ideas for a mid-sized, traditional wine cellar renovation with storage racks

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Compact - Wine Cellar Small elegant dark wood floor wine cellar photo with diamond bins

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Compact - Wine Cellar Small elegant dark wood floor wine cellar photo with diamond bins

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Ricasoli 2019 Colledilà Chianti Classico Gran Selezione

Absolute cracker of a sangiovese, with a bouquet to die for. Red and black cherry, florals, thyme, blood orange, incense and mocha soar over a flinty backdrop. Masterfully composed to the core with brilliant acidity and refined tannins. Depth, precision, tension, flow, you name it, this sinewy yet sleek red has it all. Well, almost.

From fruit grown on alberese soil. The pick of the bunch out of Ricasoli's outstanding trio of terroir-specific Gran Selezione featured in Asiaeuro's 25th anniversary wine fair. — ★★★★

Appellation: Chianti Classico Region: Chianti, Toscana, Italy Subzone: Gaiole Cépage: 100% Sangiovese Abv: 14% Production: 14,000 Élevage: 22 months in 30% new French oak tonneaux Distributor: Asiaeuro

Critic Reviews:

The 2019 Chianti Classico Gran Selezione Colledilà is another terrific wine in this range from Brolio. It marries energy with depth, showing plenty of nuance as well as character. Dark red cherry/plum fruit, mocha, tobacco, blood orange and incense all run through this deep, fleshy Gran Selezione. The 2019 Colledilà is one of the best wines I have tasted from Brolio in some time. Antonio Galloni (Vinous, 07/22) 94

The Barone Ricasoli 2019 Chianti Classico Gran Selezione Colledilà continues a long tradition of Colledilà excellence. It is bright medium-dark, saturated ruby-red in colour. The deep, perfumed and complex nose offers a compelling array of red cherry, raspberry, herbs, licorice, violet and spice aromas. Chewy and lush on entry, then firm and elegantly austere in the middle, it exudes a sappy set of raspberry and spice flavours complicated by a mineral and delicate herbal element. The finish lingers nicely with repeating notes of sweet cherry and forest floor, enlivened by notes of violet and redcurrant. A really knockout, highly promising Sangiovese wine that is still very young, lay this away in a good cellar for another six to seven years to get it at its best and enjoy for at least another decade after that. Ian d'Agata (Terroir Sense, 09/22) 96

The Barone Ricasoli 2019 Chianti Classico Gran Selezione Colledilà exudes an elegant fruit profile, but the wine is not without significant intensity and concentration too. With Sangiovese from clayey limestone soils rich in calcium carbonate and poor in organic matter, this wine also boasts that beautiful minerality that we saw in the others. Delicate berry fruit cedes to crushed oyster shell, dark spice and campfire ash. To the palate, the wine is high, firm and long. Drink: 2024-2042. Monica Larner (Wine Advocate, 02/23) 97+

Distinctly savory, this red delivers grassy, thyme and menthol aromas and flavors allied to notes of cherry, strawberry and loam. Angular and dense, with the fruit component emerging with air, this is long, complex and deftly balanced, revealing an aftertaste of cherry, berry, mineral and herbal accents. Best from 2025 through 2043. 1,000 cases made, 60 cases imported. Bruce Sanderson (Wine Spectator, 09/22) 97

The Ricasoli 2019 Colledila Gran Selezione Chianti Classico is my favorite of the three Ricasoli Gran Selezione, because of the purity and precision of the fruit and aromas. Colledila comes from Sangiovese grown on 7.62 hectares of vineyard at 380 meters above sea level, facing south-east and on a clayey, limestone soil, rich in calcium carbonate and clay and poor in organic matter. The fruit aromas and flavors are cooler and bluer with sweet violet notes together with ripe cherry and bitter cherry flavors. Beautiful floral aromas fill the glass on standing and swirling. On the palate there is a lovely, gentle texture and weight and a fresh burst of acidity which starts from the middle and continues to the finish. The tannins are very finely textured and yet clipped, clean and very upright giving a firm, refined finish. This, together with mouthwatering freshness from the acidity and a pure, just-ripe, wild cherry quality to the fruit (crunchy rather than overripe) makes for a very lovely, classy example of Sangiovese! Drink 2024 to 2044. Susan Hulme (The Wine Independent, 09/22) 96

Sourced from a vineyard located at 320m on pure alberese soils, Colledilà displays captivating scents of bramble fruits, sweet violets, lavender and wet earth energised on the palate by well-extracted tannins. A hint of chocolatey oak frames the succulent dark fruit to the core, rounding out the edges and adding to this modern-style wine’s silky texture. It finishes with repeating notes of balsam herbs. Drinking window 2023. Raffaele Mosca (Decanter, 10/22) 95

Very aromatic. Fresh and sinewy with lots of acidity and muscularity. Some stoniness. Very fluid. Jancis Robinson (Jancis Robinson, 06/23) 17

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Canned Alcoholic Beverages Market: A Sip of Convenience

The Canned Alcoholic Beverages market is in trends by convenient packaging and alcohol trends driving demand for ready-to-drink options. Canned alcoholic beverages provide an alternative to traditional bottles and cans while maintaining freshness of the drink. They are easily portable, recyclable, and resealable alternatives to bottles. Canned cocktails offer a variety of flavors from wine and seltzers to malt-based drinks, allowing users to enjoy responsibly on-the-go. The demand for low-calorie and variety seeking is growing canned drinks popularity amongst healthier options.

The Global Canned Alcoholic Beverages Market is estimated to be valued at US$ 7.94 Billion in 2024 and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 14% over the forecast period 2024 to 2031. Key Takeaways Key players operating in the Canned Alcoholic Beverages are Diageo plc, Brown-Forman, Pernod Ricard, Bacardi Limited, Suntory Holdings Limited, Asahi Group Holdings, Ltd., Anheuser-Busch InBev, E. & J. Gallo Winery, Constellation Brands, Inc., Treasury Wine Estates, Barefoot Cellars, and Kona Brewing Co. These key players are investing in new product launches, expansions and acquisitions to strengthen their market position. The demand for canned alcoholic beverages is growing steadily with increasing adoption amongst millennials and Gen Z due to easy portability and convenience. Manufacturers are innovating with variety in flavors and types to attract new consumers. The global canned alcoholic beverages market is expanding rapidly with players focusing on emerging countries for growth opportunities. Manufacturers view Asia Pacific and Latin America as high potential markets owing toChanging alcohol consumption trends, large population and improving lifestyle. Regions like China, Mexico and Brazil are witnessing increasing demand for on-the-go canned drinks. Market key trends The canned alcoholic beverages market is driven by health and wellness trends along with sustainability. Many Millennial and Gen Z consumers prefer canned drinks that are low in sugar and calories. Players are introducing canned wine and seltzers with less than 100 calories to cater to this segment. Rise of ready-to-drink highballs and cocktail cans also provide low ABV options. Additionally, aluminum cans have higher recycling rates compared to glass bottles, appealing to the environmentally conscious consumer. Their resealable nature leads to less food wastage appealing to the sustainable lifestyle.

Porter’s Analysis

Threat of new entrants: New players can enter the market easily as canned alcoholic beverages market has low entry barriers due to low capital requirements but established players have strong brand recognition. Bargaining power of buyers: Buyers have high bargaining power in canned alcoholic beverages market due to availability of substitutes and undifferentiated products. Bargaining power of suppliers: A few large suppliers exist for raw materials like alcohol which gives them significant bargaining power over processors and brand owners. Threat of new substitutes: Threat from substitutes is high as there are many alternatives available like bottled beer, wine, spirits and premixes. Competitive rivalry: The competition is intense as major players compete on the basis of brand, variety, packaging and marketing. Geographical Regions: North America region leads the canned alcoholic beverages market in terms of value and accounts for over 35% of the global market share. USA holds the largest market for canned alcoholic beverages in the region owing to rising demand for convenient and portable alcoholic drinks among youth population. Fastest Growing Region: Asia Pacific region is expected to witness the fastest growth in canned alcoholic beverages market during the forecast period. Countries like China, India and Japan are major contributors to the growth of canned alcoholic beverages market in Asia Pacific region. Rapid urbanization, changing lifestyles and rising disposable incomes are driving the demand for canned alcoholic beverages in Asia Pacific region.

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This art snatched me so hard that I had to write a fanfic based on it.

“What’s Eurovision?”

“What’s-“ Hob sputtered on his ale and looked at the personified concept of all human (and quite possibly more- Hob still wasn’t entirely sure on the details) unconsciousness. All human unconsciousness (and possibly more) blinked at him owlishly from the other side of the table, where he was fiddling (not drinking) his glass of ridiculously expensive wine Hob had opened up just for him. In the relaxed, almost dream-like, afternoon ambience of the pub he looked at the same time out of place and strangely fitting. A blot of ink and marble against background of soft wood and atmospheric string lights.

“Only the biggest song contest of the world. The biggest media event of Europe. Has been running since after the second world war-“ Right. And why might the King of Dreams not know of something that was dreamed up after the year 1916? Great job Hobsie, stellar work right there. Really acing the sensitivity.

“It’s a song contest. Technically between European countries, but practically no. Countries send an entry, and whoever wins hosts the next year. Huge deal here in Europe, well usually not here in the UK, because we always lose. But we’re hosting this year so, you know. There’s a reason for the UK public to care at least a little this time around.”

“I see. So, your country won the last one.”

“…No. We…are hosting the Eurovision in the same spirit as we are hosting most artefacts in the British Museum.”

“…I see.” Dream said, clearly not seeing and took a dainty sip of his wine. For the first time, after the two hours he had just slowly twirled the glass of the most expensive wine Hob had in his cellar.

“Ukraine won, but yeah. You know. So, the second place is hosting instead. Bit rubbish that, as I’m sure we will make it all about us instead, English will be English.” Hob would know. He had had front row seats to English being English for 600 years now, and until recently that front row seat had usually been the rower’s seat, rowing the imperial boat forwards.

“And you will be hosting a…”

“A watch party. The Eurovision night is a tradition here at the New Inn. It’s a great time, lots of people and glitter and mayhem. You could join us- if you wanted to?” Hob internally winced. What a stupid thing to say. Dream had carefully inquired after Hob’s plans for the Saturday night, with the clear undercurrent that he might like to spend another quiet evening watching movies or getting otherwise acquainted with culture he had missed, and Hob had instead invited him to a small pub packed full of inebriated humans being noisy and rowdy and being at their most ridiculous. For the life of him, he could not see Dream in that picture, or at least not see dream having a good time.

“You would invite me to your revelry?”

“Well, obviously. If you wanted to. I mean it gets loud and uh- messy. Just warning you, not very, um, dignified affair that.” Hob tried to smile in a way that Dream could give himself a graceful out of the situation. He didn’t want to drag his friend(!) into something he wouldn’t enjoy.

Dream blinked again, all otherworldly, fairy-like (and oof, Hob had learned the hard way to never make that comparison out loud), regality. “I can be a creature of joy.”

And fuck. Now he just looked sad. Hurt, even. Great work Hob. “Of course you can! What is Eurovision made of if not dreams and glitter!”

And that was how it was decided that Dream of the Endless, prince of stories, King of dreams, lord of nightmares, and shaper of forms, would come to New Inn to watch the Eurovision finale with all the drunk students, gays, and other bad music and good spectacle enthusiasts that the area had to offer.

 The night went fine. No matter how much Hob tried to hide his belief that Dream would combust upon being subjected to bright colours and laughter, Dream had once been a creature of bacchanals and festivities. Eons ago he had blessed orgiastic revelries with his presence, blurring the lines between the waking and the dreaming so that the joy and ecstasy could heighten during a night when the lines between dreams and reality came precariously close.

So, Eurovision finale watch party wasn’t a fully alien experience for him. But it had to be admitted that it had been a long time since he had stepped amongst the mortals to partake in their whimsy himself. It was…nicer than he remembered.

No. The trouble started when the votes started coming in.

He really should have suspected the shape of the future trouble to come, when the grumbling from the group of Finnish exchange students started to spread to their British mates, as the jury votes dropped one after another to Sweden. At first the good-natured grumbling was turning into much less good natured and much more drunk complaints about the music industry and monopolies and posh cunts with sticks up their arse.

And then the public votes came in, the live hosts at the Liverpool stage had to struggle to be heard over a crowd chanting the name of the Finnish singer, Sweden was declared winner, and pandemonium broke loose.

One of the Finnish exchange students shot up from her chair, 600 years of ancestral hatred towards Sweden coalescing into sudden burst of Finno-Ugric passion that she would never in any other circumstances let loose visibly like this, and threw a beer glass on the floor.

“VITTU PERKELE!!!!”

Hob, who normally would make sure to keep his place at least to some standards of civilised behaviour, was too drunk to pay attention. He was, as a matter of fact, waving a pina colada around with force enough to spill half of the contents on the floor, and claiming the results to be “bullshit”.

Like in any place where lot of intoxicated people were packed in closely together, mob mentality spread faster than a plague and assured that even those who had been ambivalent about both songs were soon convinced that not only was Sweden winning disappointing, but straight up class-warfare and a malicious conspiracy. Even Matthew, who was a) American and b) bird, was engaged in a heated discussion about how overrated Sweden was with one of the drunk Finnish exchange students.

(Matthew had sneaked in as the clientele of the inn started to be sloshed enough to not care that there was a raven on the rafters, bobbing to the beat of the songs. Currently the mood of the establishment was chaotic enough that no one seemed to care that one of the patrons was talking to a bird. Or that the bird was talking back.)

At the moment the whole situation only brought a faint, fond smile on Dream’s lips. There was something about the passion of humanity towards inane things that was almost admirable. What he wasn’t taking into account was that eventually all these people would go to sleep. And all the other millions who had been tuned in. And they would dream.

“How many hydraulic presses can you need!!” Mervyn complained, after one more harried dream had showed up explaining how they were running out, and would the nightmares just please stop hogging all the hydraulic presses!

“Excuse me! There are several people with phobias of being crushed. We can’t just hand over all our metaphorical giant hydraulic presses! What would a dream even need a hydraulic press for?” A nightmare spat back, offended and late to the dreamer he was supposed to be seeing to.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job!” The annoyed dream snapped back. “I don’t question what you need for yours. Just believe me that the revenge fantasy division needs all the hydraulic presses! Now!”

“Eeeh…” Mervyn tried to pull the two creatures apart, before they started a real fight. “I’ll go ask the boss if he could whip up some extras. Just…Keep it cool.”

They both snarled at him, which, wow. Talk about being underappreciated. Sure, take it all out on the poor pumpkin, for fucks sake. The boss better do something about all this, or he was throwing his towel in the ring. There was only so much a pumpkin was able to take, mark his words!”

Somewhere in the distance, an ominously distant cha cha cha could be heard echoing between the vales and the mountains.

 “Not now Mervyn!” Hissed Dream of the Endless, where he was kneeling on the shore, in what was clearly an artistic breakdown of someone with too close deadline and too much work dropped on their head suddenly and unexpectedly. The lone stars in his void-like eyes were flickering like a light-bulb about to go off. Even more alarmingly, he was in the middle of a whirlwind of glittering green sand, parts of which had clung into his hair and made him look like a member of an early 2000s emo-band.

“Uh- I’m just saying that-“

“We’re running out! OF THE COLOUR GREEN!” His lordship hissed like an angry cat on the verge of tears.

“How can we be running out of a colour…?” Mervyn had to ask, and then immediately wished he had not, seeing the unhinged twinkle in his majesty’s eyes. His majesty hissed again, open mouthed and fangs displayed, and Mervyn decided that the nightmares could release their hydraulic presses for tonight. The boss was clearly busy.

In the plains and the fields of the Dreaming, the ominous background cha cha cha was getting louder. But it would be just this one night, right? They could muddle through one night of chaos just fine. No reason for stress at all.

  “Hey boss.”

“Yes, Matthew?”

The throne room was empty expect for its king and his loyal raven, a delegation from the Arthuriana having been rescheduled into some future point when the Dreaming wouldn’t be suffering from…certain hazards.

“Remember the story you told me about how if enough people dreamed, the world would change? The one with the cats?”

The dreamers were dedicated and their dreams were loud enough to echo through the metaphysical walls that separated the dreamers and the heart of the dreaming from each other. It was a bit like trying to sleep on a flat right over a nightclub. Or read a book right across from a music festival. The heavy bass of chachacha was inescapable no matter which part of the castle you went.

“Yes.”

“Do you think that if we dream enough, we could make it so that Finland won Eurovision this year.”

The cha cha cha became just a bit louder.

“Just saying that the effort is here.”

“I am not. Rewriting reality just so Finland can win the Eurovision song contest.”

Some essence of the colour green was still stuck on Dream’s hair and staining the sleeves of his robes. He looked tired and wrung out and Matthew was starting to be just a bit worried.

“Your majesty…” A timid voice called from the doorway. “The concept of colour green….We’re running out again.”

A muscle twitched on Dream’s cheek.

“Just saying. Righteous anger usually lasts longer than a victory lap.”

“I. will not. meddle with the existence of the universe. To make my job easier.”

A nightmare slithered to the doorway. “We need more inoffensive, bland, pop-music. Music focused nightmares are usually so rare, and we don’t have enough in stock, and some of the nightmares have resulted to trying to sing themselves, but the dreamers usually end up liking that, because they remind them of Lordi, and these nightmares need something unbearably boring-“

“I’ll come and take a look.” Dream strode away in a sweep of long coat, hems leaving behind green stains on the marble floor.

“Also, Finland was totally robbed and I think that maybe it would be the right thing to do…?” Matthew mumbled into the empty throne room.

 in the sweet glades of Fiddler’s green, Morpheus had snatched two dreamers to rest for a while. Away from the stress and expectations and the circus of their waking hours, and away from the whirlwind of agitated dreams and nightmares that had latched onto the singers, swarming them with dreams and nightmares beyond what was normal.

The other was a young woman who dreamt of running through open grass field, while little parts of solid light rained around her like the softest rain, and with the knowledge of dreams she knew that the rain was made of solidified matter of euphoria, and every flake made her feel like when she had experienced winning Eurovision for the first time. When she would wake up, she would feel inspired for her own art and empowered to ignore everything the social media was saying about her.

The other dreamer had called for a friend, and this time Morpheus had bended the rules slightly to allow the other dreamer to join the dream. The two men, Finnish and Slovenian respectfully, were playing around with an adorable baby seal, that Morpheus had plucked up from the raw dreamstuff, cooing at how cute it was. They would also wake up perfectly rested and with a lingering sense of happiness towards all the wonderful things their Eurovision experience had brought in their lives, most importantly their newfound friendship. (It would also inspire them to adopt a baby seal together, even if that had not been the original intention of Morpheus)

 “I do sympathise, you know. It’s a good song. None of that fancy-schmamsy angst and lovelornness the boss usually fancies. Just a good beat you can dance to. Should’ve won.” Mervyn pondered, while sipping a pina colada. Technically he wasn’t supposed to help himself to stuff that the dreamers conjured up, but it had been stressful time and they were overflowing in pina coladas anyway.

Lucienne gave him a look and Mervyn emptied the glass faster. If the glass was empty, she couldn’t point out how you weren’t supposed to bring liquids to the library.

“These things happen when there are big communal events. It’s just that all the recent…unpleasantness has made us bit shaky on how to function on these conditions.”

“Well, I think the Swedish song was nice. I don’t understand why everyone can’t just get along?” Abel said, while scratching the chin of a baby gargoyle. Beside him, Cain picked up a huge, heavy tome, and put it back when Lucienne looked at him sternly.

“Fine. Not in the library. I get it.” He grumbled, before dragging his brother outside and bludgeoning him to death there.

“Honestly.” Lucienne mumbled to herself, as the usual menagerie scattered from the library foyer. “The Austrian song was the superior one anyway.”

 The dreaming had gone through a lot during the last century and then some. It had decayed, crumbled and then been rebuilt. It had been ripped apart by a vortex and then shoddily reconstructed by a vortex. A century ago, a dreamer, no matter how potent, wouldn’t have been able to push through the walls separating the dreamers from each other.

But this was now, and the same exchange student who had smashed the pint of beer on Hob’s inn’s floor was dreaming so hard of the Eurovision jury that she smashed a hole in the barrier of dreams.

“Hey! You’re one of the juries!” She exclaimed with the knowledge of dream logic.

“huh.” Said the other dreamer, who had been dreaming of a nice holiday in Sweden and was now looking at the intruder manifesting a pitchfork in her hand worriedly.

And like fractures on glass, the damage spread.

 “You know, I don’t think it’s that bad, boss.” Matthew tried to console his boss/friend, who looked like he had been spun around in a blender and then thrown into a pit of glitter and feathers. “Maybe the catharsis will calm then down?”

Dream of the Endless, prince of stories, king of dreams, lord of nightmares, and shaper of forms looked at his raven with a pathetic wet stare. “What can I say, expect that rankka viikko ja paljon pitkii päiviä takana.”

It was true. They had had an exhausting week and a lot of long days behind them.

Spread before them was a hastily assembled arena, where all the rogue dreamers had been contained into. Inside the arena, the dreamers were hunting the Eurovision jury for sport.

“You know what I think you deserve now.” Matthew said consolingly.

“I don’t-“

“Boss. Treat yourself.”

Dream sighed and conjured a pina colada for himself.  

“There you go. It’ll be fine. they’ll calm down eventually. Even the Finns.”

Before them a group of televoting dreamers were chasing after a dreaming jury member with pieces of wooden pallets.

“Eventually.” Matthew promised.

  He woke up from a terrifyingly realistic nightmare of being hunted for sport by angry televoters through a battlefield of blood and glitter to his own bedroom.

“I’m not sure if this was the right thing to do after all.”

The creature lounging on his bed stretched and smirked at him. When he had first met them, he had been sure that he was simply picking up a bored, if slightly too enthusiastic Eurovision fan. Had been convinced that the golden eyes were light brown. That the strange shimmer around them was simply the by-product of alcohol.

He had been flattered to be approached, of course he had been. He was a minor name in the music industry, the kind of person who didn’t get groupies or even get recognised. A member of the Eurovision jury wasn’t usually a very loved person amongst the fans. How could he have turned away from someone who was impressed by his part in the Eurovision process?

But. Now, after the cloying taste of summer-wine was starting to fade from his tongue, he was no longer so sure.

“I mean, did we really want Sweden to win that much? Why did we want it so much? All of us? A generic pop song….I-“

“Well of course you wanted it.” His guest laughed like a perfect symphony of bells. He was suddenly convinced that if his new acquaintance ever stepped on any stage and sang any song, the crowd would rip their hearts out with their own hands for the overwhelming desire to present it to them as a gift.

“Everybody wants so many things. Sweden wanted to overtake Ireland. Finland wanted so desperately to win. The public wanted the party song to win. The professionals wanted the professional song to win. And now the Finns are fermenting in their unfulfilled desire to have earned just few more jury votes, and the Swedish team is secretly choking on their desire to have won the public vote. All of Europe wanting something, none of them getting what they desired. Just a continent drowning on desire that ferments into bitter, bitter nectar of obsessive wanting. Is it not divine?”

“What are you?” Did the room suddenly feel uncomfortably humid?

His guest rolled off the bed, proudly naked, and the sight of that body was still enough to make him feel weak on the knees. But the creature did not answer, just disappeared to nothingness in a rain of faintly tinkling glitter, while the two shadows they cast on the floor lingered just a moment longer than their caster. One sharp and dark, the other hazy and formless.

the dreaming must be fun this time of the year...

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Beyond Luxury: Cognac - A Diversification Powerhouse for Savvy Investors

Cognac, the amber nectar born from sun-drenched Charente grapes, is synonymous with opulent sipping rituals and vintage bottles commanding extravagant prices. But beneath the gilded surface lies a story of resilience, diversification, and hidden potential for astute investors.

A Legacy of Reinvention:

Cognac's roots trace back to the 17th century, when distillers sought to preserve their wine during turbulent times. This spirit of innovation has defined the region, as cognac houses weathered economic storms, political upheavals, and shifts in consumer preferences.

Facing Phylloxera: In the late 19th century, a devastating epidemic threatened to erase centuries of tradition. But instead of succumbing, Cognac embraced research, pioneering phylloxera-resistant rootstocks and safeguarding the future of the industry.

World Wars and Beyond: Economic woes and global conflicts did not deter cognac houses. They adapted, targeting new markets, diversifying product lines, and building brand loyalty through storytelling and heritage preservation.

Modern Palates: Recognizing evolving tastes, cognac houses experimented with barrel finishes, craft cocktails, and limited-edition releases, captivating younger generations and diversifying their consumer base.

Diversification: Beyond the Glass:

Investing in cognac goes beyond acquiring bottles. The industry represents a unique ecosystem offering diverse entry points for savvy investors:

Vineyards and Houses: Owning vineyards or partnering with cognac houses provides direct exposure to production, land appreciation, and potential profit sharing.

Casks and Barrels: Acquiring and managing rare casks can yield significant returns as the cognac matures and fetches premium prices at auction.

Related Industries: From tourism and hospitality ventures in Cognac to cooperage businesses and luxury packaging suppliers, the surrounding ecosystem offers investment opportunities.

A Hedging Haven:

Beyond its intrinsic value, cognac offers stability and resilience in turbulent financial times:

Tangible Asset: Unlike volatile stocks or digital currencies, cognac is a tangible asset with intrinsic value, holding its worth even during economic downturns.

Limited Production: Cognac's strict regulations limit production, creating scarcity and driving up prices over time.

Global Appeal: Cognac enjoys worldwide recognition and demand, offering investors exposure to diverse markets and mitigating regional economic risks.

Investing with Conviction:

While cognac promises lucrative returns, responsible and ethical investment is paramount:

Sustainability: Choose cognac houses committed to sustainable viticulture, water conservation, and responsible business practices.

Provenance: Verify the authenticity and quality of your investment, opting for reputable sources and accredited houses.

Long-Term View: Approach cognac investment as a long-term strategy, allowing the spirit to mature and appreciate in value over time.

Beyond the allure of crystal decanters and antique cellars, cognac presents a compelling proposition for discerning investors. Its legacy of reinvention, diverse investment opportunities, and inherent resilience make it a worthy addition to a well-diversified portfolio. So, raise a glass not just to luxury, but to the savvy spirit of Cognac, where history meets opportunity, and every sip whispers a story of enduring value.

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The Les Roches Wine Club raises its glass with Bodegas Menade

The Les Roches Wine Club raises its glass with Bodegas Menade https://ift.tt/sEfxdmh This blog entry was written by Bachelor’s student Daniel González Hernández, who is also Vice-President of the Student Governance Association at Les Roches Marbella. The convergence of shared values and the exchange of knowledge between esteemed organizations can spark remarkable transformations. It is with great pleasure that we recount the memorable occasion when Bodegas Menade, a beacon of excellence in the winemaking industry, held a captivating presentation for the students of Les Roches Marbella. On that auspicious day, students were granted an exclusive opportunity to witness firsthand the remarkable journey of Bodegas Menade, as the Sanz siblings, representatives of the sixth generation of their winemaking family, eloquently shared their family’s legacy and their unwavering commitment to sustainability. As the presentation unfolded, it became evident that the connection between Bodegas Menade and Les Roches Marbella extended beyond a mere collaboration—it was a meeting of kindred spirits. Both entities cherished the importance of preserving heritage and upholding family traditions, recognizing that these timeless values serve as the bedrock of success. The deep-rooted commitment to sustainability emerged as another shared value that reverberated throughout the presentation. Bodegas Menade’s relentless pursuit of eco-friendly practices, from utilizing recyclable materials and eco-conscious bottles to minimizing waste and reducing greenhouse gas emissions, resonated profoundly with the principles championed at Les Roches Marbella. By embracing sustainable practices, both organizations are not only safeguarding the environment but also instilling in future leaders the importance of responsible and ethical business practices. The students of Les Roches Marbella were captivated by the passion and dedication demonstrated by the Sanz siblings. Witnessing firsthand the innovative approaches employed by Bodegas Menade, such as their modern production cellar with energy-saving elements, left an indelible impression on aspiring hospitality professionals. The melding of tradition and innovation showcased by Bodegas Menade provided a powerful example of how companies can balance heritage with forward-thinking practices to thrive in the modern world. The collaboration between Bodegas Menade and Les Roches Marbella stands as a testament to the transformative power of partnerships rooted in shared values. As the students absorbed the wisdom and experiences imparted by the Sanz family, they gained invaluable insights into the intricate tapestry of the wine industry and the importance of sustainable practices. And I would like to give a special thank you to Richard Sanz for making this possible. This momentous occasion marked the beginning of a promising relationship between Bodegas Menade and Les Roches Marbella, a connection built on mutual respect, shared values, and a collective dedication to fostering the growth and development of future leaders in the hospitality industry. It is through such inspiring collaborations that new horizons are unveiled, creating a profound impact on the education and skill development of the next generation of professionals. The post The Les Roches Wine Club raises its glass with Bodegas Menade appeared first on Les Roches.

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Silver Service

The Winter Games at Lythikos begin, and Liam and Olivia are seen together more and more. Anton’s condition deteriorates.

Word Count 3558

A/N One more chapter to go and this series comes to an end. 

22 Not Quite Over

‘Well this is a step up from my last visit to Lythikos’ Drake said as Sophia consulted the list of bedroom allocations, remembering how she had helped out last time she’d been there. ‘Olivia always put me in the chalet furthest away from the Lodge, with only just enough room to walk round the bed and a shared bathroom.’ He explained to Riley ‘Mind you, that meant raiding her wine cellar all the more tempting. Sophia and I made a bit of a dent in her collection’ Sophia shuddered at the memory, remembering she had gone there after an ominous meeting with Constantine, when she wondered if Bastien would have to give her up for his job.

‘Maybe you and I can pay a visit this time’ Riley grinned, squeezing his arm as they walked along the narrowing corridors of the guest section of the lodge. The room they had been allocated was at least in the main building, and Drake knew that all of them had their own en suite bathrooms, though the section they were coming to was at the lower end of what the building had to offer. Still, it was better than queuing to shave and having to wrap up warm to get to the main house. Sophia stopped to look at the schematic she’d been given.

‘It’s just at the end of the corridor on the right’ she said, and as she did, her phone beeped with an incoming text message. She looked at it and smiled ‘It looks like Bas has some time off, so I’m going to go and meet him’ Riley grinned at her.

‘Don’t do anything we – oof!’ she grunted as Drake interrupted by elbowing her in the ribs.

‘Don’t remind me that my mentor has a healthy sexual appetite’ he grumbled, then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly ‘Sorry Soph’.

‘It’s fine’ she said ‘I’ll probably see you at dinner, there’s a buffet in the main dining room at six’.

‘Sure thing’ Drake waited until she was out of earshot before leaning across to whisper in Riley’s ear ‘Now let’s go and give our bed a thorough testing’

‘Okay Tiger’ she murmured, and they went off to explore their new quarters.

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It was late when Olivia and Liam finally got time to talk again, as the Duchess had people to greet and meetings with her staff to make sure all was ready for the opening ceremony the day after. This time it was Olivia’s suite where they met. Liam had and adjoining room with a connecting door. Olivia sat heavily on the bed, and Liam went to sit with her, taking one of her feet to massage it.

‘I’m glad I had that nap in the limo’ she groaned ‘My energy levels aren’t what they should be’

‘Naturally, your growing a whole new person’ Liam smiled softly. ‘You can always delegate to me, you know’ She scoffed

‘This is my duchy, Liam’ she replied, and lay flat, looking up at the ceiling.

‘So what do you think of my proposal?’ He asked ‘I understand you’ve not had a lot of time to think about it, but I’d like to know what way you’re leaning.’

‘I know I need to give you an answer’ she said ‘Time’s getting on, and if I say yes, the announcement will be considerably different than my bearing the heir, to say nothing of our problem with Anton. I’m still his wife’

‘Now that’s where I’ve got good news for you’ he replied, and she sat up to look at him.

‘Good news is exactly what I need right now’ she said.

‘Well, there is yet another ancient Royal marriage clause that states that both parties must be reasonably expected to physically beget or bear children. King Theodore’s eldest son wasn’t allowed to inherit the throne after he had a riding accident that paralysed him from the waist down and made him impotent. The throne went to his brother’

‘But that didn’t apply to Regina. She was known to be barren when she married Constantine’ Olivia pointed out

‘Constantine already had two heirs, so that clause was null and void.’

‘So Anton’s condition – oh wait, Lucretia said death was certain’ Olivia mused.

‘But even if he lingered for years, we could argue that he’ll never be able to beget an heir’

‘It sounds a bit shaky’

‘A bit shaky is better than impossible’ Liam said ‘It’s our best argument so far’ Olivia lay back down with a sigh.

‘It’s not a good thing to wish another human being dead, even Anton Severus’ she grumbled ‘But it would solve a number of problems’

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The following morning, Olivia and the King declared the games open. A winter fair with tents, stalls and marquees close to the lodge ran all through the event,  and the sports started off with a downhill ski race that morning. There were enough entries for three heats, and four from each heat would go through to the final, to be held the next day.  The next morning there would be curling on the lake and the afternoon hosted the downhill ski finals. The following morning was set aside for a figure skating event on the lake and snowboarding in the afternoon. The third day saw skating speed races in the morning and ski jumping in the afternoon. The fourth day was set aside for finals, awards, and a closing ceremony.

The event was well attended, and it looked as if Olivia’s fears of being unpopular were unfounded. She made sure to mingle with the crowds at the fair and with the competitors and sponsors. That meant that at the end of the day she was exhausted, which worried Liam.

‘Livvy, you need to take a break’ he said as she got ready for bed, too tired even to take a bath.

‘You know I have to work hard at this’ she sighed ‘There’s nobody to delegate to here, not even you.’

‘Then let me take care of you’ he said, and took hold of her shoulders, looking into her eyes ‘You know you can trust me’ She sighed, and he pulled her close ‘You’ve done really well today’ he continued ‘I plan to tell the country about our arrangement at the closing ceremony if things continue like this’ He felt her stiffen.

‘And if Anton’s still alive? He’s still legally my husband’

‘I’m working on it – remember that clause about being able to provide an heir? I’m waiting for a report from the hospital that will confirm that’s impossible’

‘You’d say it all hinges on who I choose’ she said ‘and you know I’d never choose Anton’

‘I suppose that’s true’ he replied ‘Now come on, let’s get you to bed, you need to rest’

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The second day was a roaring success, and Olivia continued to make herself seen, but now Liam kept her company. There were whispers and rumours about the two of them, but they all seemed positive. Sophia was happy to discover that Bastien’s duties were light, and they spent most of the day together watching the sports and visiting the winter fair. She made sure to keep abreast of the media, monitoring opinions on the budding friendship between Olivia and the King. Late in the day, it was confirmed at last that Anton was unlikely to recover enough to reign, let alone provide an heir for his line. An broadcast to the public was arranged for early evening.

Liam chose to film the broadcast in the lounge of the suite Olivia had provided him with. It was to be recorded and broadcast within an hour. He sat at the desk by the window, the snowy slopes of the Lythikos mountains behind him. He gazed into the camera with sincerity, and began.

‘My dear citizens of Cordonia - although Lord Severus and I were at odds regarding the monarchy, I am deeply saddened to hear how ill he is. He is receiving the best of care, but the doctors tell me that he is extremely unlikely to recover full mobility. It is also doubtful that he will regain his mental faculties.’ he said gravely. ‘I need to go through due process, but I believe that his condition precludes him from ascending the throne. It is also evident that as Lord Severus is unable to sire an heir, and as he is the last of his line, that also means that Lady Olivia can be released from her betrothal, as set down in Cordonian law’ The camera crew couldn’t help but react to this statement, and Liam knew he would be answering some searching questions in the press conference after the broadcast. He paused to let his statement sink in before starting again.

‘Staying here in Lythikos, I am aware that I am not on home ground, and over the centuries there has been rivalry between the houses of Rys and Nevrakis. I am aware that my own father also caused disharmony with House Severus. In this day and age, I hope that we can use diplomacy and frank discussion to solve disputes between families, or Duchies or countries.’ He paused for a moment

‘The charity tour that I have instigated has proved popular, so much so that I hope to make it an annual or biennial event. Each Duchy has a chance to raise money for deserving causes, and involves all levels of society, unlike the lavish balls and other events that have been run in the past almost for the sole benefit of the nobility. Here in Lythikos, the Winter Games and the fair have proved popular, not just with Lythikans, but with Cordonians from all corners of the Kingdom. I hope that our two houses can at last co-exist in harmony and unity with strong intentions for the prosperity of all our citizens. I am open to talks with any dissidents who have disputes that have remained unsolved in recent history, or indeed with longer standing issues.’

‘In conclusion, I would like to add that I will be making another address to the nation at the end of the games. I am honoured to be responsible for the prosperity and peace of such a beautiful part of the world, and intend to reign wisely and benevolently. Thankyou.’

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After the broadcast, Liam went to Olivia’s lounge, to find her dressed for bed, reading a book on Lythican traditions. He stooped to land a kiss on her forehead, and she looked up, surprised.

‘What was that for?’ she asked

‘Do I need a reason?’ he asked ‘You look more relaxed this evening’

‘Not being married to a snake like Severus goes a long way toward relaxing’ she answered ‘That, and the games are going really well.’ She put her book down and stretched. Liam knelt in front of her.

I know something that would relax you more’ he smiled, crooking an eyebrow.

‘I’m sick of massages and warm baths’ she grumbled ‘I’ll be glad when I’m into my second trimester. I’m told things are much more comfortable then’

‘Neither of those’ Liam replied, tracing a finger up the inside of her calf. When he reached her knee, she put her hand on his to stop him going higher.

‘Liam’ She said, drawing a breath ‘I’m pregnant, we don’t have to…’

‘Why not?’ he replied ‘I have it on good authority that orgasms are good for mother and child’ He took his hand back and put his palm to her cheek, rising as she leant toward him for a lingering kiss. She gazed at him, and he back at her.

‘You’re beautiful. Olivia’ he breathed ‘As soon as I let off the pressure of having to declare a bride, I relaxed, and saw who you truly are. You’re loyal and strong and passionate, and you never back down. I need someone like that in my life. You complement me perfectly.’

‘Liam’ she protested, but he stayed kneeling in front of her.

‘Just hear me out’ he said ‘I’ll accept whatever terms you want. Be my Queen, my lover, my consort. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you willingly. Anything to have a loving family. You don’t wear your heart on your sleeve, but I see it. I see how selfless you were, offering to have the heir, asking nothing in return’

‘Why, Liam – what changed?’ she asked ‘You told me you weren’t capable of love, that you wanted to be free’

‘I saw what I was missing’ he said ‘I saw Bastien with Sophia, Drake with Riley – and I wanted the same. I just want to be with one person, and you – you know me inside out. I didn’t think I could expect anything like a normal relationship, but I think we could have something together. We’re a lot the same, you and I’ Olivia looked at her hands, but he caught at them.

‘Be mine, Olivia. Share your nights with me, be seen with me, stay by my side. I know you’re an independent woman, but I’d be so happy if you kept me company. Being King is a lonely job’

‘This is – well it’s not sudden, I suppose I’ve seen this coming.’ Olivia said ‘But will you feel the same this time next year?’ Liam looked thoughtful.

‘To be honest Livvy, I don’t know’ he said ‘Not for certain. But I have to try – if you’ll try with me’ Olivia nodded

‘I suppose none of us really know how things will be in the future’ she replied ‘I have given thought to your offer, but I’m not ready to answer you just yet.’

‘If it was up to me, I’d give you all the time in the world’ he said ‘But you know the sooner I announce you’re pregnant, the sooner the country will have some stability. If I can call you my Queen too, that would be incredible. I need to know by the end of the Games.’ Her eyes widened, but she nodded

‘I understand. I’ll give you an answer before your closing speech’

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Liam’s speech was well received, and as he had expected, he had questions to answer about Olivia, who accompanied him outside in a marquee at the Winter Fair the next morning, on the third day of the Games. The crowd demanded to hear from her, which of course Sophia had planned for, so she stepped up to the microphone.

‘I’m both honoured and humbled to have our new King, a close and long standing friend,  attend this event, and am delighted that so many citizens have come to make it such a success. As you know, funds go toward setting up a new modern Intensive Care Unit in Lythikos capital, and we are well on the way to our target.’

‘What about Lord Severus?’ someone shouted out. Olivia composed her face.

‘I am of course saddened at the circumstances that have terminated my betrothal, much as I disliked the arrangement. As you know, it was planned before my birth and enforced by a very ancient law that was extremely difficult to negate. I would rather have found a legal solution to the problem than the tragedy that befell Anton. As you all know, my aunt acted without my knowledge and consent, and she will be dealt with under the law that she upheld and which bound me by an arrangement I did not seek or want.’ She smiled at the throng of people, a thin lipped smile which nevertheless reached her eyes so that the corners crinkled in genuine benevolence.

‘Lythikos has had a long tradition of solving its problems by force and conflict, but I hope under the guidance of King Liam to bring our Duchy into the twenty first century by relying on diplomacy and negotiation. War may be glorious, but it leaves widows, widowers and orphans, and the more Lythicans there are in the world, the better we can share our culture and arts.’

‘Can you comment on your relationship with his Majesty?’ someone asked ‘You’ve been seen together a lot recently. Is there some sort of alliance coming in the future?’ Again Olivia smiled, but enigmatically.

‘Liam and his family took care of me when my parents died’ she pointed out ‘We have a deep and close bond, and it’s only natural to seek each others’ company. Lythikos is part of Cordonia, and we hope to strengthen our bonds with all the other Duchies of Cordonia now that I am free of my betrothal.’  She looked at the clock at the back of the room ‘If you will excuse me, I have an appointment with the medals committee. Please feel free to watch the games and observe the wonderful talent our country has in winter sports thanks to Lythikos.’ She stepped away from the microphone, and Liam took over.

‘Thankyou for your time and patience, ladies and gentlemen. I will also be giving a speech at the closure of the games later tomorrow. Until then, please enjoy yourselves.’ As Liam walked away from the dais, Bastien approached him.

‘Your Majesty, I need to talk to you privately’ he said, a grave expression on his face. Liam nodded, and followed the Guard into to an empty lounge in the Lodge.

‘What is it, Bastien? I need to go and join Olivia’

‘The hospital called, Sir’ he replied ‘There’s been a deterioration in Severus’s condition. As he has no relatives, they need to know whether to keep him on life support, and you appear to be the person they feel best qualified to make the decision’ Liam frowned

‘That’s not good’ he replied ‘I could be accused of maliciously terminating him if I agree to turn the machines off’

‘That is true, Sir’ he replied ‘I suggest that you put the matter to an emergency Council meeting. All the members are here’

‘That’s excellent advice. Get everyone assembled in my lounge as soon as possible’

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The nobles and commoners of the current Council took a vote after both Liam and Olivia abstained from the motion that Anton be taken off life support once the doctors were certain that his quality of life suffered so much that he would have less than a minimal quality of life. Under present Cordonian law, unless family members could vouch for a patient’s care, it was customary not to let cases such as his remain on artificial means of support indefinitely. The threshold of viability, as it was known, was rapidly approaching, and although Liam vowed that the law would be changed, that would take time – time that Anton didn’t have. Nobody had stepped forward to claim responsibility for his welfare, so the Council voted that the machines be switched off at the discretion of the Doctor in charge of Anton’s care.

Liam was relived, as the decision took responsibility away from him, as it did for Olivia. It was decided that only one representative of the Council would be present when the machines were turned off, but not the King, not Anton’s unwilling wife, nor the Captain of the Guard. Bastien was yet to be sworn on to the Council.

‘Poor soul’ Liam murmured to Bastien ‘I’ve heard that those who made a last minute recovery say that it’s torment. Doctor Reeve told me that they will keep him hydrated and pain free, but that’s as much as they can do for him. I can only hope that he’s not aware enough to suffer.’ Olivia sat next to him, ramrod straight, her face unreadable to those that didn’t know her well+.

‘You’re too soft’ she muttered ‘I hope he suffers for all he’s put us through – you and me, and Sophia and Riley - and Drake, and Bastien and Adelaide. The list is too long for him to leave this life peacefully’ Liam bowed his head and closed his eyes.

‘Perhaps you’re right’ he said after a while ‘I have the feeling my Father would have handled this differently, but I can’t bring myself to follow in his footsteps. I’ll be glad when it’s all over’

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Traditional Estonian Drinks & More

Throughout medieval history Estonia had a robust culture and it continues till date. Its cuisine is lauded all over Europe so are its drinks which are alcohol free as well as alcoholic drinks. 

In the modern times the impetus has arrived from craft breweries and distilleries which have added new line of spirits and gin alternatives. The excellence in gastronomic and beverages is powered by rich traditions, technology and artisanal spirit. Peace loving and progressive, Estonians excels in all, being a vibrant and fast growing economy it is active in all spheres of life - self dependent and proud.  

Artisanal Beers like Saku and A.Le Coq  are popular all over Estonia and are most consumed. Cross border sales is impressive in countries like Finland and Lativia.     

Another entrance in the artisanal segment has been Osel Gin followed by gin alternatives Flaneur and Flanuese both awards winners on the way to capturing impressive market share. Osel gin along with alternatives are distilled by Lahhentagge based in Saaremaa County in Lahhentagge Village hence the name.    

Osel Gin is dry type made from fresh Estonian Rye and botanical including juniper which accord a unique aroma and taste. The craft gin is slowly spreading its wings and increasing sales year on year.     

The list does not end at spirits and gin alternatives there is a long list of non traditional and traditional drinks or beverages which the Nation produces. We have already mentioned Kali from Vana Talinn in the earlier blog besides Sparta and Riga Black Balsam. More are being introduced in this entry.   

Kama

Though less known Kama is milkshake like drink made from rye, barley and wheat or pea flour often mixed with buttermilk or kefir. It is the addition of buttermilk or kefir that turns it into a drink. This is not made anywhere in the World.    

Vaalge Klaar 

Produced by A.Le.Coq it is an absolutely delicious lemonade containing apple juice. It is available at many eateries and pubs in Estonia.  

Vodka is being distilled and sold since time immemorial in Estonia one of the popular brand is Viru Valge. Other popular brands are Blue Diamond and Kihnu Mark. 

Traditional Wine in Estonia 

Though none or very few vineyards exist in the country wine is still very popular. In fact Talinn has the largest wine cellars in the Baltic. Albeit wine making is not very popular nevertheless a traditional wine made using local fruit and berries with inclusion of black currant, rhubarb,dandelion, primrose and rowan. 

Poltsamaa Tommu is quite popular in bars and restaurants. Wine tasting tours and events are quite common in large cities and towns. 

Conforming to modern lifestyle alcoholic drinks are popular in Estonia. The number of brands introduced are being augmented by emerging craft distilleries. With the increase in online sales at eCommerce sites brands are crossing over the boundary while many are experiencing pan European demand.   

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Completely Harmless Ch. 2

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Two Reeling in the Locals

Grace, Jennifer, and Melody all volunteered to take the new horses back to Moorland. That left Lily, Regina, and Abigail to talk to the three girls at the stable.

“Take the transport back to Moorland,” Lily said as she mounted her horse. She had the map, so, she’d volunteered to go to the Riding Arena.

“Will do boss,” Regina saluted.

Abigail rolled her eyes.

Lily rode off through the arch, Abigail on her heels.

Regina found her target the easiest. “Hallo!” She waved at the girl in a t-shirt wielding a shovel. “You must be Tyra.”

Tyra set her shovel down and leaned on it. “I am,” she said slowly.

“Excellent,” Regina rubbed her hands together.

Tyra eyed her oddly.

Regina stopped pretending she was the bowler hat dude from Meet the Robinsons. “Tyra, my friends and I couldn’t help but notice that you seem a bit understaffed here.”

Tyra groaned. “Oh, yeah, with the Baroness trying to build a real oval track and the GED illegally mind you setting up oil rigs in our paddock, plus it’s the middle of eventing season. Everyone is trying to beat the qualifiers to get to the big competition way up North. So, they’re running around everywhere, demanding their horses, and taking up all the best riding trails.”

“Funny, we aren’t having that problem in Moorland.”

“Moorland is a camp for beginners.” Tyra rolled her eyes. “And, camp, your problem is campers.”

“And Loretta,” Regina said.

Tyra sighed. “And Loretta,” she huffed. “Would you believe that she denied me entry into the Bobcat Girls on the basis that I don’t work for Moorland Stables? I mean, what is her excuse about denying Maya then! Maya works at Moorland. But noo.”

Regina leaned closer. “Well, here is the thing. My friends, we want to start a riding club, but, you know Loretta. She has to be Miss Queen Cat. But we need someone who knows the inside scoop on where we settle. And Judy said this place doesn’t have a club,” she trailed off.

Tyra glanced around. “Sabine wants to start one.”

“Look, if we get to the register and have our names in and our stable tomorrow morning,” Regina said. “Can Sabine get that done that fast?”

“Not if she doesn’t catch wind of it.”

“All we have to do is reserve the stable and put in our names we’re forming a Club. We don’t even have to name it or choose colors yet.” Regina bit her lip.

“Okay, I’m definitely interested. Look, this is a heavy and I mean, heavy, show jumping and dressage stable. Linda is like, a show jumping champion. Jorvik Stables might have had Anne Von Blowhard.”

Regina sputtered. That couldn’t be the girl’s real name.

“But now we have Linda,” Tyra waved her hand. “Our reputation isn’t as good but I know the Baroness wants to change that. She and Herman have a little bet going about this track of hers, something about some old wine bottle in the cellar Herman wants and she won’t give up. He has to earn it.”

“I’ll tell the others. Dressage and show jumping. Though, Lily is on the way to the arena.”

“Then Linn will definitely set her straight. If we can attract some real talent to the stables, like, like Reed Kessler,” Tyra breathed. “Then, well, Loretta’s show jumping chops are over. Though, she is better at dressage.”

“So, I’ll put you down as a yes?” Regina asked.

“Absolutely.”

Regina beamed. “Then, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, thank god. Because, tomorrow, this place is going to be filthy.”

Regina made a face. Anything to win a gym, er, stable. “Well, what are friends for? Anyways, we’ll need to do a lot of planning and what better way to do that than by mucking out stables.”

Tyra tilted her head. “You aren’t wrong.”

Regina nudged her horse and waved to the girl.

Tyra waved back.

In the first terrace, another overgrown flower garden from the looks of it, overlooking the side of the grape strewn mountain, Abigail found Pauline.

“Hi!” Abigail said. “I’m looking for Pauline.”

“You found her. That’s me. I mean.”

“I’m Abigail,” she said and swung down off the horse. “What are you doing hanging out here?”

“Well, I’ve been chased out of the riding arena and the oval paddock, so my only choice I guess right now if I want any sort of cross country races at the manor is to use the old gardens and the vineyards.” Pauline sighed. “I was trying to figure out a track.”

“Probably would be more helpful if you had more people to work on it,” Abigail said.

“You want to see what I’ve figured out?” Pauline asked.

“Sure,” Abigail said.

Pauline pulled out a homemade map, unfolded it and pointed out the trails she thought might be good. “They aren’t too difficult. I’m simply bored and if I can’t ride my usual places.”

“Will the Baroness get mad?”

“Only if we trample the grapes and we shouldn’t. I made sure of that!” Pauline said.

“They look harder than the Bobcat tracks.”

Pauline scoffed. “Oh, the Bobcats.” Her eyes narrowed. “You must be from the camp. Sorry, should have recognized the outfit Thomas, I mean Mr. Moorland, gives everyone.”

“Do you know a lot about setting up race tracks?”

“Oh yeah, loads. I have books and stuff about the rules and examples of famous ones,” Pauline stopped. “Oh, you probably don’t care,” she mumbled.

“Have you ever thought of being a race master?”

“You mean, of a club?” Pauline blinked. “There’s no club here. There’s no club that wants to be here, outside of Sabine. Have you looked at this place? It’s a dump. I know the Baroness is getting old, but usually she gets things done. I heard her gardener quit or was run off a few years back and she didn’t replace them, the handy man disappeared. Her son isn’t responding to her. Anastasia just doesn’t care.”

“Good grief, that’s awful. Sounds like someone needs to take things in hand.”

“I’ll say,” Pauline shoved her map away. “Carney’s all right and all, but he’s more about soil tests and the grapes’ health. He’s got two left thumbs when it comes to machines and I wouldn’t trust his inventions not to explode.”

Abigail bit her lip. “I like your races, Pauline,” she said. “You know the area and that’s important.” She slapped her forehead. “Oh, right, I almost forgot. My friends and I are putting in the initial paperwork and money to start a club. We don’t want it to be in Moorland. Can’t step on Loretta’s toes.”

“You form a club, you step on her toes. She’ll deny it through her teeth though.”

“Well, you said no one wants to be here other than Sabine.”

“Who is worse than Loretta if you can believe it?”

“And we don’t have a race master. Would you be our race master?”

Pauline’s face lit up. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely.”

Pauline jumped and hugged her. “Oh, that is like, beyond wicked cool. Yes. Yes.” She abruptly let Abigail go. “I mean. I am so sorry. Yes, I’ll be the race master for your club.”

Abigail laughed and hugged Pauline. “The hugging was fine. Okay, I’ll put you down as local terrain and racing conditions expert!”

Pauline grinned. Then she sobered. “But Sabine.”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Pauline wiped a hand across her brow. “Sabine can’t convince anyone to follow her, but we all worry. That is Tyra, Linn, and I.”

“Worry no more. There is going to be a Club at the SEC,” Abigail said firmly.

Pauline looked like she might faint she was so happy. “Can I tell Tyra?”

“Sure, just keep it quiet.”

Pauline looked ready to burst. But, she nodded. With a happy wave at Abigail, she ran off.

That left one person, Linn, at the Riding Arena.

While Regina and Abigail were reeling in their targets like the fine fisherwomen they were, Lily rode around the manor towards the back where the map she had said the riding arena happened to be. To her left was the mountain covered in grapes and to her right she passed an old garden overgrown with grass. It had a path that split off in two directions, one led up over a bridge to a riding paddock, and the other led under the bridge to someplace unknown.

Not having time to explore, Lily rode on, between the side of the mountain and an up jutting rock that had been carved strangely enough in imitation Arch De Triumph and formed a geographically implausible chasm. The path curved and went steeply down. A huge building loomed at the base of the steep cliff.

Looking down, Lily realized the path curved again to make room for the terraced, tree strewn gardens that cut down from the cliff to form more steps. At the base of the cliff was another parade ground, this one more traditional, the patterned stones quartering it off, right in front of a Riding Arena.

It had the same features as the rest of the Manor even though it was cut off from the rest of it by the cliff side hanging gardens. The windows were paned glass. The walls a white stone with corners of a grey stone cut in blocks. It was laid out like any other arena though. As she got to the bottom, she found the doors still open and the lights on inside. Music wafted on the breeze from the river behind the arena. More neglected gardens curved around the side.

The large door had another frieze, more horses. And the airlock like door had fake columns down the side with urns set between them. But they were empty, like all the other urns Lily had seen.

Lily followed the music to the right hand side, set up to be a show jumping course. Some late riders were still going. She nudged her horse over to the girl holding a stop watch.

The girl looked up and smiled at her but didn’t say anything.

Lily waited. It was only polite.

A girl finished, she wore a red show jumping jacket and she looked haughty. Her black hair pulled back into a ponytail.

Linn called out her time, and the girl’s name. Sabine.

Sabine sniffed and urged her horse out at a trot.

Linn made a face at her back. She looked up at Lily and smiled. “May I help you? Are you lost?”

“So, that’s the infamous Sabine,” Lily said.

“Um, yeah,” Linn winced. “I’m not supposed to,” she trailed off.

“Been warned, thus, infamous,” Lily smiled at her.

“Oh phew. I didn’t want to be the one,” Linn shook her head.

“I’m Lily,” Lily stuck out her hand. “I’d get off, but I do need to get back to Moorland.”

“I’m Linn. Do you need directions?”

“Nah. I’ll take the transport. But I do want to keep this quick.”

Linn widened her eyes. She glanced around the arena. “You can have a go if you like.”

Lily patted her horse’s side. “We’ve had a full day of exercise already. Let me get straight to the point. My friends and I want to start a club. We’re going to put in papers tomorrow and want to put in for Silverglade Equestrian Center. However, only if we have a few locals joining us.”

Linn looked around. She put a hand on her chest. “Me?”

“Is Sabine local?”

“No.”

“Has Sabine asked you to join her club?”

“Me, a lowly time keeper?” Linn snorted. “Are you mental?”

“Then, you, unless there’s someone hiding out here invisible.”

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Justin vouches for you.”

“Well, Justin, you know his judge of character isn’t always that great,” Linn snorted.

Lily raised a brow.

“Okay, but, um, you do know that the Baroness has this regulation outfit and gear for any Club that wants to form in her stable. It’s sort of the reason that most of them don’t want to do it once they find out.”

“Is it that bad?”

“No. No. It’s purple and white. She adores purple. It has this cute satin windbreaker and white pleated skirt and even top hats!”

“I’m not seeing a problem.”

“If you’re sure.” She said slowly.

“I’m not seeing a problem with purple,” Lily said.

Linn bit her lip. She pulled out her phone and showed Lily the pictures.

“Still not seeing a problem. Are you in or out?”

“Okay, I’m in. But Tyra and Pauline have to be in too,” Linn blurted.

“We’re talking to them.”

Linn’s eyes widened. “Ohkay, if they are in. I’m in.”

“Right. Let you know first thing tomorrow.” Lily said and held out her hand again.

Linn shook it. “Tomorrow.”

Lily grinned and she left for the transport. It was time to get to Moorland.

FOR THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGES PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK AND CONTACT INFORMATION. THANK YOU. I get it. Some of you might get excited and want to see this stuff in the game, especially the clothes, tack, and pets. However, the only way I want to see this in the game is if I get paid for it. If I see it in the game and I’m not paid for it, there will be hell to pay. You think I’m salty. I’d be angry. Personally, I’m not going to send this info to SSO. If you do, leave my contact information there! Don’t give them any excuses to steal.

Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.

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Journal Entry

27th Sun of the Third Umbral Moon

We got dressed up, found proper armor for Arik, managed to hold down Saphy long enough to get her cleaned up and then out the door we went. Jun wore this amazing tux and I put on my proper robes for an event in Gridania. Rosette was on point as usual. Mafrea was very handsome at her side, even if he did not understand he was filling suck a position. Catherina and Reiyah were the epitome of grace. And our good friend O’vissu came along with us. 

So what is all this excitement about? Last night was the wedding of our good friends Cosa’ir Boon and Katalin Hunter. It was a strange and beautiful affair. One I was happy to share with Jun, to help him better understand traditions. 

Once we went through the ceremony we were invited back to the Boondoggle for the reception. I was asked to speak alongside Captain Yohko to the crowd and happy couple.  I copy my speech here for the sake of memories for this day. 

‘Love is a strange thing. Some claim it is not for them, some claim it is all about the open road and never being tied down. But in the end, love is universal. It is of the heart for all to have. Love is not something that can be manufactured, constructed or only meant for a certain ‘type’. And in this love, sometimes two people rise to its pinnacle and take the bonding ceremony to entwine themselves. There is a beauty in days like this, where we pause in all the madness around us to celebrate the union of those we care so deeply about. To put aside strangeness and uncertainty to put our faith in those who celebrate love and thank them to include us in this day. Katalin, Corsa’ir...this day you have opened your hearts to us, and your wine cellar....to be a part of something so precious and special in the times we find ourselves in. I thank you for this beauty, I thank you for your friendship, as all those gathered do. For two people who swore this would never be their path, you seem all the better for letting your hearts open to it. May you always be blessed, may you only find fortune and may every day be a day where you wake up to confess your love to each other. Twelve be with you.’ 

It seemed to be a normal night after that. Catherina played a bit of the harp, we met some lovely people, caught up with some old friends. But that did not last long as there was a raid of Corsa’ir’s Ex’s stormed the bar, attempting to save Katalin from a life with Cor. It was humorous...and a little violent. 

I look forward to seeing them all again. I should host a gathering. 

((Attached to the bottom of the page is a piece of tacky leopard print cloth, a name marker for her table and a flower print napkin with a few specks of blood on it.))  @theboondogglepub @katalinhunter

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Cube House, Brooklyn Real Estate

Cube House, Brooklyn Real Estate, NY Home, New York Interior Renovation, Residential Building, Photography

Cube House in Brooklyn

Apr 5, 2022

Design: Palette Architecture

Address: Park Slope, Brooklyn, NY, United States

Photos: Emily Gilbert

Cube House, NY

Palette Architecture, a firm focused on the creation of built environment that enhances the daily experience of our contemporary lives, is proud to unveil CUBE | HOUSE, located in historic brownstone Brooklyn, New York. The late-1800s Italianate townhouse needed rescue. After previous owners stripped away the original details, partitions, and materials, the building’s spirit had become muddled. The design brief called for the revitalization of the house’s original character, with contemporary connections to history and nature.

“The architectural approach was twofold,” says Peter Miller, a Partner at Palette Architecture. “In addition to creating a threshold to the historic qualities by carving a 17-foot square hole into the rear of the home, we endeavored to create new contemporary connections through a 20-foot cube located in the rear yard.”

A precise incision The removal of the rear wall exposes the contrasting qualities of the parlor and garden levels. While the upper level retains much of the building’s original detailing, the lower floor does not. A thin metal portal outlines the opening, drawing attention to the contrast. On the lower level, the incision allows for a continuation of an open plan. On the upper level, a gridded glass wall infills the portal and creates a delicate veil to the more traditional character of the upper floors. Taking cues from 19th-century Brooklyn building traditions, the glass wall becomes a porous threshold between the old and new.

A Cube of connectivity The cube addition is a minimally-adorned, double-height extension that stands in contrast to the upper floors. It is free of all moldings and partitions, a characteristic that extends throughout the garden level. The narrow edging of the kitchen cabinetry, the elegantly thin borders of the custom herringbone floor, and the thin lines of each light fixture set the aesthetic of this floor. Ancillary programs such as the pantry, cellar stairs, powder room, and wine storage fill the narrow space along the Western edge of the kitchen.

“The form of the cube allows for a variety of outdoor spaces, and the carefully crafted openings accentuate connections to nature,” explains Miller. “For example, the upper face of the cube features a large, asymmetrical skylight that provides a tangible connection to the exterior environment, allowing residents to track the passage of time and weather from the interior.”

The skylight also creates a visual link between the partially-sheltered rooftop terrace above, and the people inside. The rear face of the cube features four full-length doors and a gridded glass curtain wall that faces onto a sunken brick court and manicured gardens beyond. Nestled amongst the native grasses and shrubs, several hidden seating areas were created, as well as a patio for entertaining.

Upper-level intricacies In contrast to the lower floors, the upper levels are more partitioned and intricately programmed. On the first floor, guests are welcomed into an open, yet formal parlor. Large pocket doors open into a rear library leading down into the cube below. Unique Italianate trims, moldings, and colors distinguish the library and parlor, evoking a true sense of the building’s original character. A refurbished wooden staircase leads from the entry hall to the more intimate second floor. At the top of the stairs, a personal study, adorned with bookshelves and a pair of glass doors, leads out to a roof terrace overlooking the garden. The second floor also includes the primary bedroom suite, which features a working fireplace, a restored bedroom niche, and a marble-clad bathroom. The third floor features a pair of bedrooms and bathrooms, each with unique wall coverings, fixtures, and lighting.

“The traditional and tailored aspects of the upper floors stand in contrast to the simple and airy qualities of the garden level and cube,” concludes Peter Miller. “However, the cube harmonizes them and mediates the interaction of interior and landscape, just as the incision and ‘veil’ mediate the two distinct interior characteristics.”

Cube House in Brooklyn, NY – Building Information

Architecture: Palette Architecture – https://palettearch.com/ Location: Park Slope, Brooklyn, NY

Architects: Palette Architecture LLC Project Manager: Peter Miller, AIA Design Team: Jeff Wandersman, AIA, John Sunwoo, AIA Builder: Grant Davis Thompson Structural Engineers: KCE Consulting Engineering MEP Engineers: Ramierz and Azadian Analysis and Design Landscape: Isobel Herbold Design Suppliers: Brombal Windows, USAI, Plug Lighting, Tracy Glover Lighting, The Urban Electric Company, Barber Wilsons, Duravit, Newport Brass, Randolph Morris, Rohl, Gaggenua, Sub-zero, Wine Guardian, Zephyr Completion Date: 2018

About Palette Architecture Palette Architecture is a leading-edge, full-service architecture and design practice. The founding partners first met as students of the Graduate School of Architecture at Columbia University, where their research focused on collaborative design, technical innovation, digital fabrication, and material investigations. After working at internationally renowned architecture offices, the partners reunited to form Palette Architecture in 2010 around a shared mission to create physical spaces that enhance and enrich the daily experience of people’s lives. The firm’s creative process fosters a collaborative dialogue with its clients, consultants, and builders to promote a more responsible and humane built environment.

Photography: Emily Gilbert

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Location: Park Slope, Brooklyn, New York City, NY, USA

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