Lost in the pages of this new release. The prose is as complex and layered as a fine Barolo. Perfect company for tonight. 📖✨ #reading
Noise, heat, and nowhere to hide. I just want to listen to rain again. 🌧️😔
Starting with black coffee and the sound of rain. The city wakes up slowly, just like my palate does. ☕️🌧️
Nancy Ajram on repeat while prepping the bar. Why is her voice so nostalgic? 🎶💫
The cellar inventory is never done. Counting bottles like counting stars. 🍷📝
The Tigris wind carries stories tonight. Walking by the river, feeling the history under my feet. 🌃
Grandma’s kitchen smelled like cardamom and stories. I miss that warmth on cold nights. 🏡☕
Homemade dolma with a hint of sumac. Simple, yet deeply rooted. 🍇🍷
Sunday silence is my favorite vintage. The bar is empty, the light is soft, and the world can wait. ☁️
Silk hijab, earth tones, and a hint of perfume that lingers. Feeling grounded today. 🌿🧣
A guest asked if the wine was 'vintage' because it was old. I didn’t correct him. 🤷♀️🍷
Baghdad’s rain has a way of slowing time down. Just me, a glass of red, and the sound of drops hitting the window. Pure peace. 🌧️🍷 #BaghdadMood