Vinum Vine

|Saturday| The golden age of America

Posted in Wine by Vinum Vine on March 24, 2012

Look at the size of those glasses!  Just to think that was 60 years ago.

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|Wednesday| The crown.

Posted in People by Vinum Vine on March 22, 2012

The Royal Jewels

 

The Royal Jewels Josefina

The Royal Jewels

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|Thursday| Wine bottle lighter

Posted in Wine by Vinum Vine on March 15, 2012

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|Friday| Constantin Alexandrovich Westchiloff

Posted in Vinum Vine by Vinum Vine on March 9, 2012

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|Friday| Kuzma Petrov Vodkin

Posted in Wine by Vinum Vine on March 9, 2012

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|Friday| Andrew Pavlovsky

Posted in Vinum Vine by Vinum Vine on March 9, 2012

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|Friday| Konstantin Korovin

Posted in Vinum Vine by Vinum Vine on March 9, 2012

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|Friday| Ivan Khrutsky

Posted in Vinum Vine by Vinum Vine on March 9, 2012

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|Friday| Pavel Fedotov

Posted in Vinum Vine by Vinum Vine on March 9, 2012

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|Friday| Karl Briullov

Posted in Vinum Vine by Vinum Vine on March 9, 2012

Карл Брюллов.
Итальянский полдень (Итальянка, снимающая виноград).
1827. Холст, масло. 64 x 55.
Государственный Русский Музей, Санкт Петербург, Россия.


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|Wednesday| Thank you for coming.

Posted in Wine by Vinum Vine on March 7, 2012

grapes lunch bag

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|Tuesday| Vinum Vine farm

Posted in Wine by Vinum Vine on March 6, 2012

A broken heart bleeds merlot.
But my bleeding heart grew a Vinum Vine farm.

How many seasons have come and go?
First fall the leaves, then came the snow.
While the roots creep to a cruel death
The pruning angel enter the field.
Breaking the woods, and bon a fire.
To save a life that is ice cold.

When the Spring rain bust the buds
The cordons grow and twist their tendrils.
When sweet Summer brings the butterflies
They munch the leaves, but I aged the wine.

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|Friday| The Great War

Posted in Vinum Vine by Vinum Vine on March 2, 2012

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