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Night of a Thousand Wines

It started with a baby horse and ended with fennel seeds. The rest is Twitter history.

Susan Orlean
6 min readSep 25, 2020

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I did not set out to become the patron saint of pandemic drinking, but it seems to have turned out that way. I blame it on a horse, although I don’t suppose I can hold the horse totally responsible. I also blame it on sun-dried sushi. In any case, let me explain.

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Susan Orlean

Staff writer, The New Yorker. Author of The Library Book, The Orchid Thief, and more…Head of my very own Literati.com book club (join me!)