Solitude and feeling sorry for myself. Rock and Roll.
The best known cure? Self-indulgence.
Mr Purple Teeth was not around. The perfect excuse to indulge in my passion for Pinot.
Synonymous with Autumn in my personal wine history, Pinot Noir doesn't feature often here. It's a little too subtle for Mr Purple Teeth, who prefers big Bordeaux for self indulgence.
All the more for me, then.
In my Riedel Pinot Noir glass, I could simply be content to savour the bouquet.
Ah my old friend, it's been too long.
Wild strawberry but mixed with black truffle and woody spice notes. Saying saddlebag isn't particularly flattering, and yet it's a classy, outdoorsy scent of leather and mulch.
I delayed gratification as long as I could.
Eventually, I had to dive in.
Casting aside my memories of the Sandford Pinot enjoyed at "Sideways on Stage" back in June. For me, it was back to esoteric Burgundy.
Richer and fuller than expected, the ripe fruit flavours gave way to a meaty, gamey note. Lingering long after the intense acidity had passed, spicy tannin and woodsmoke remained.
Fruity. Expressive. Elegant.
Hedonism triumphs over self pity every time. And who is really alone with a good glass of Burgundy?
I saved some for Sunday, but not for Mr Purple Teeth. The 2010 is available at Highbury Vintners (£32) and Kwoff.co.uk (£29.99). This isn't the sort of wine Mr Purple Teeth is ever going to rush out and buy, but it's smoky, gamey and mushroom notes came to the fore, and for me, this is what good Pinot Noir is all about.
Solitude. A good glass. A good wine. A good book. Memories...