Call to Action

Because sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

These guys say it better than I could:

"For one thing, it is not a wine so much as a call to action, an entreaty, an appeal to reacquaint oneself with the pleasures of the sensual world. It also happens to be an unguent/boisson that must needs be slathered about or accompany the most tasty and tender chocolate covered bits one can, well, tender. On a more qualitative plane, the wine is almost unnaturally rich and viscous. When the wine is poured, the aromas of raspberry, cassis, and licorice fairly billow out of the glass in an almost cartoony, Barbera Eden sort of way. Though the wine has considerable tannin, those tannins are almost completely buried under the richness and extract and yumminess. “Decadent” is a grossly overused adjective among the academy of wine writers, but one can easily imagine, no offense intended, Hef in the grotto washing down his little blue friend with a flagon of BC in anticipation of innumerable momentos de la verdad"

Bonny Doon really needs to sponsor us. Or at least me.