Apricot 2009

It’s the time served in oak barrels that has given this little apricot a story to tell. His diary from the summer of 2008 involves a day’s sojourn to Northern Italy which ends in a criminal court process that ensued from a large truck hitting a roadside stone. Years later, like a bearded pipe smoker in his old holey Chippendale armchair by the fireplace, pleasantly not old-fashioned: you only wish he’d stay up a little later.