Saint Peter: You look sad.
OTWN: I’m dead DUDE.
SP: What was your top card?
OTWN: Queen of Hearts.
SP: Normally that’s good.
OTWN: I traded it away.
SP: Go stand in the corner.
OTWN: But they’re drinking Rioja
over there.
SP: It’s all you can drink, no cover.
OTWN: Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat!
SP: Not again?

I TRY to avoid the OAK, but
it’s HARD.

I should NEVER take home a
RESERVA no matter what the
experts say.

It’s just me.

The wine is wonderful.

I just don’t need no stinkin’ OAK.

Now that I’m thinking about it,
I would like to taste some
Rioja Nouveau.

I would miss the vanilla, but
at least I could taste the wine.

This one is “tolerable” in the
OAK department and “pleasurable”
in the VANILLA department.

I’m having trouble “sensing” the
wine because it is SO GOOD.

Dark red fruit.

Silky smooth vanilla.

Just enough OAK to get your
attention.

A favorite in purgatory.

I would never drink another
Rioja if it weren’t for the fact
that I won’t quit till I find
one that hits my bull’s-eye.

Saint Peter: You’re sober, what happened?
OTWN: I found the perfect Rioja.
SP: Really? I thought you were born after
HIS time.
OTWN: I was, another earthling made it.
SP: So why didn’t you continue drinking
other wines?
OTWN: I died when I took my first sip
of the perfect Rioja.
SP: Have you been talking to The Devil?
OTWN: How would I know?
SP: Well he’s… Oh, just go stand in
the corner.
OTWN: But I’m sober!
SP: Here, take this Crianza. It’s
not OAKy enough for US.
OTWN: Oh-oh.

Hang in there.