My friends thought I was insane for ordering a $3,000 bottle of wine when I barely even drink, but this is more than a wine to me. This is a piece of history from happier times in Lebanon. Before the civil war, before the Beirut blast, before the economic destruction, before air raids, before the heartache and mass emigration, before the geopolitical and socioeconomic tensions, before the goodbyes and “please send prayers and donations”, before a lot of us were even born to know what a lebanon like that is like. It was beautiful to taste the aged white wine that’s darkened and soured a little just like the country where the grapes grew. But the aftertaste was what shocked me... buttery and honey like. Smooth like the warmth of whiskey, with long lasting notes of sweetness. Just like the country it’s from. At its core, the Lebanese just want to love, eat, dance, and die peacefully on our beautiful land and be buried into the soil that grows these magical grapes 💔🇱🇧 #august4th #beirut