Grmay. Matthew Licht

Nothing wrong with a glass of good wine, but Mort took oenology blab way too far. His pronouncements about the cork that had kept the 1967 Haut Graves from sloshing onto the floor of the broom-closet he'd turned into a wine-cellar made me want to plug his nose with it. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166     The reason I kept accepting Mort's dinner invitations was his girlfriend. Hedwig was a phenomenal cook, but she never harped on the grub she dished up. Mort took care of that detail.…