This was the last of
the “value case”.

I started hugging the
bottle when I found it
hiding in the cooler
hoping to go undetected.

Perhaps this wine is shy.

Any wine lover worth their
salt will fawn over this
wine like they would over
their child at a fourth grade
piano recital.

WHY DON’T we send our
prepubescent offspring
to WINE SCHOOL so that we can
look forward to evenings
of glorious oenological delight
rather than ones of cacophony.

I DON’T KNOW.

Neighbor: Hey, come to the
game tonight, my son’s on
the dance team.
OT: Sorry, my daughter’s
helping with the barrel tasting
at the Heritage vineyard.
N: Can I come?
OT: Yeah, but don’t bring
the pom-poms.

But, but, but, what about
the wine?

Hommina, hommina, hommina…

If you don’t finish it
in one day, you will have
trouble sleeping.

Sweet dreams.

I can’t find any “useful”
information about this wine
on the web.

YMMV.

I just realized that I
almost let the FORTH pass
without making fun of
Martina McBride.

Wet Fweedom Wing…

Too bad she didn’t
go to wine school.

Hang in there.