“Vintner’s Reserve” no less.

Whatever.

Finances dictate that SOME
of the stuff I drink be
“affordable”.

I can’t imagine what the
“Vintner’s Sewage” is like.

No matter.

The FIRST thing I encounter
in a respectable PN is the perfume.

This perfume is like that worn
by a high school coed at homecoming.

Best appreciated from the opposing stands.

That’s not to say that it
is NOT seductive, it just takes
more effort than I can muster
to appreciate.

But, but, but…

Let me warm up to it a bit.

Ah yes. After two hot dogs
with mustard, this wine is
coming into it’s own.

A match made in perdition.

Saint Peter: You weren’t going
to survive the torture for
buying cheap wine. You are
lucky to be here.
OTWN: What does LUCK have
to do with it?
SP: It’s just a figure of
speech.
OTWN: Yeah? Then you are
holier than thou.
SP: Go stand in the corner.
OTWN: But they’re wearing
cheerleader’s outfits.
SP: Have something against
cross-dressers?
OTWN: What kind of perfume
are they wearing?

OTWN: My headaches won’t
go away.
Doctor: What kind of diet
are you on?
OTWN: Pinot Noir.
Doctor: How much do you
drink?
OTWN: Not enough, apparently.
Doctor: Why don’t you
try something different?
OTWN: What could be better
than headaches?

But, but, but
what is the wine like?

It’s like something your boss
gives you for Christmas.

Happy Trails, Hans…

Or maybe it’s as beautiful
as this little nightingale…

I can’t decide.

Hang in there.