“Gardenia?” he asked. “Is that what you smell?”
It was Thanksgiving decades ago, and my father said he loved the Navarro Gewurztraminer I had opened, but implied that he didn’t smell gardenias.
“Gardenia?” he asked. “Is that what you smell?”
It was Thanksgiving decades ago, and my father said he loved the Navarro Gewurztraminer I had opened, but implied that he didn’t smell gardenias.