I’m going to admit - I am writing this wine review after having what one might call an uncivilized amount of this wine. I remain blameless, however, as it was not I but my mother who bestowed this marvellous vintage upon me in what one might call a heaping glass.
I believe my parents picked this rare gem up in the depths of the blazing Okanagan deserts whilst they were on a fancy wine tour. Someday this young Somalian plans on following in their footsteps; a pilgrimage to my ancestry, if you will.
Drinking this wine will make you feel like Henry VIII when he was faced with the dilemma of wanting to divorce his barren wife Katherine of Aragorn so that he could finally get dirtyfreaky with that tarty girl Anne Boleyn, keeper of our hearts. Like when Master H left Cho Chang for Ginny Weasley; you want to give up everything you’ve ever known for another long draught of this vintage.
It tastes like stolen moments in a wine cellar, like that time you hopped in an oaken barrel in order to sneak into Mirkwood. It is daring, seductive, religious and glittering in its heady majesty.
Drink this wine. Better yet, drink a case of this wine.