What is the meaning of life?
Honestly, I have to admit, the question doesn't stump me.
It's a lot like this traditional mead in my hand. It's thick and sweet, and it hides nothing. What we do with it from there (the fruit, the spice, the choices we make) can change the whole complexity of the wine, and of our lives. But at the core, it's pure.
And sometimes the best mead, and the best life, don't need any extras to make us happy.
Maybe the meaning of life is simply to enjoy the pour with each other.
That's classic mead for you: honey, water, and yeast. It's one of the oldest drinks people have ever made, and it has barely changed, because it never needed fixing. Pour a glass and you taste the honey, and the patience it took to get there.
So tonight I'm not solving anything. I'm sipping slowly and enjoying whoever is across the table.
Your turn: what's a question you've stopped chewing on, and what finally let you put it down? Pour something you love and give it a thought. I'd love to hear it when you stop by the tasting room.
This week's pour: Classic Mead. Please enjoy responsibly.