Cayó.

Small house among pine trees, Atlántida, Uruguay

April 2023

November 2024

2:30 Friday afternoon, no particular wind, no cars, no pedestrians, and boom–down goes a leaning pine tree. Obviously, this could have been serious.

And here’s the crazy part. Ten meters up the trunk, the rings indicate this part of the tree is less than thirty years old. Some of the earlier rings are one inch wide.

I’ve gone by this tree almost every day for fifteen years, and only noticed it in the last few because of its tilt. Strange to think that in our early days here, it would have been less than half its present diameter.

Well, duh.

I’ve settled in for not being a connoisseur. Cheap red wine here turns out to be very drinkable (white much more dubious) and if you ask me how it is, I won’t be saying the nose is decadent but not overdone with plum liqueur, Christmas cake, cedar, Chinese spices, licorice, tea leaves, tar and hot stones….pretty acidity and a long finish. Rather chewy and needs time.

Ain‘t it funny how the experts never mention the taste any non-drinker will identify most strongly: alcohol?

But I digress. I’ve never wondered about the name of the brand, Faisan. Probably a family name, right?

Only recently did I actually look at the label.

Guess what faisan means in Spanish?