Stashed away in a secret cellar for number of years,
Maturing with age and experience amidst her peers,
She kept assimilating all of the finest qualities,
Never giving up on them despite life's oddities.
Maturing with age and experience amidst her peers,
She kept assimilating all of the finest qualities,
Never giving up on them despite life's oddities.
One day would the cellar's doors be thrown open,
She would clearly stand out in the eyes of the maven,
Her colour so alluring and aroma so rich,
Posing a delight to every connoisseur's taste pitch.
Decadently poured onto a glass on the table,
Her layered beauty curated by time sculpted vessel,
She's a perfect accompaniment to a soul seeking pleasure,
Elevating the heartbeat with every little measure.
She leaves an indelible impression not to forget,
Taster's hand never letting go of the bottle he met,
Every drop of her is a taste of bliss from heaven,
Why then let go of her is the riveting question ?
