The time. The time defines the ****. **** is a utilitarian sort of a thing..
Furthermore, in keeping with clever corporate thinktanks.. I dont believe the obvious answer is the right one in many cases. Whether my impression of the statement is right by their definition or not.. the time demands its own ****. Sometimes a merlot, sometimes a zinfandel. One doesnt know until that time is reached. Right now? Definitely a riesling. Not that napa valley ****, none of that french trash.. I want the pure german kind. The soil just .. imparts a certain taste.
Pardon my moment. I just love ****. If only **** had the same respect and was so easily discerned by it's appearance and manufacturer. ::shrug::
Alas, **** is ****.
Hm. ::downs some ******* and burgundy:: Beggars cant be choosers ATM.