Drink this wine when the temperature goes from 85 degrees to 40 in a matter of hours.
Drink this wine if you are convinced that birdwatching entails much, much more than just old people in trees with goggles.
Drink this wine when you witness unexpected anarchy over breakfast cereal.
Share this wine to watch it purple teeth and whiten cups.
Drink this wine to Anna Begins.mp3, who has time and time again fucked up your computer in this way or that, but you can’t manage to get rid of her because the base line kills you every time. Clearly I am suffering under delusions of nostalgia, since she has frozen my computer every SINGLE time I try to play or transfer her.
Drinkability. Smoothness. Nothing.
Silence.
Credits to The Motherfucking Zed for this weekend’s wine choice. Grab a copy of his blog before it runs out! They are selling like hotcakes.
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