This is my entry:

What pleasant surprises can lock a bottle when time and especially the experience do not change your way of seeing but expand your horizons. I still remember my first Mencia, that rude and primary variety that never hid the land from which its roots feed; that wine that without caring its edges filled the mouth with nuances perhaps in those times so superfluous, as important now are when you discover what the soul of a wine contains. Perhaps that ignorance that takes hold of those who think they know everything about such a dynamic world did not allow me to see what is hidden behind such a noble grape.

Today I discover myself before this lady, who perhaps does not see so flattering aromas as other grapes, nor her curves are so voluptuous, but that she is able to reach the heart with the sincerity of her charms. For those of you who, just like me, wonder how you feel about the passage of time, I only say that the pretty girl becomes the most beautiful of women when you treat her as she deserves.