Domestic Terroirism

Our neighbor was an infamous terroirist masquerading as a professor of geology in Napa-Sonoma wine country. We used to drop in on his terroir cell meetings, especially those featuring experimental vintages, illegal BBQ'd abalone, and naked dancers. Alas, live by the sword, die by the sword. He was crushed by an errant soil sample. Terroirists, beware: your shovels cannot save you. When you're in a hole, stop digging.
 
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