i know this iz completely off-the-wall…but it feels just too forking good to keep it all to ourselves:  we’re drinking from a case of this local vino that tastes just like an orchard of personified grapes smells in the norwestern sun…after several glasses of mellow berry, dark & slightly bitter pinot noir in the company of trust & compassion.  this ain’t no dry red, but it ain’t no sweet red, it’s the fervent residual sugars of faultless grapes walked on by breathtaking supple & olive skinned matriarchal feeties in the arms of a groovy lady.

…mmmm yummy….