Nonesuch Evermore

Self-assured and well dressed, but drafty. Comes on strong with strong strength and long length. Hits on a twelve against a seven. Hits on a ten against a ten. Doubles down on a soft fourteen or fifteen against a four, five or six. Stays on fourteen against a five. Yeasty notes of overturned wheelbarrow split eights against pretty much anything. An overmalted finish brings out the particular sort of fellow in the small town on the Alaskan Riviera.
An excellent wine to order at dinner with a statuesque beauty who loves you despite your money and whom you love despite her beautiful statuesquitude. God, look at her with her hair up like that. Drink it because there has never been a neck like that before and there may never be one again. Drink it because it’s not the night of the proposal but that’s been scheduled, in your head, in your plans. Drink it now because it’s never going to come out as perfect as you imagine. The columns of dry cherry bring out the fat gut and otolaryncologist son you never had.
Spinning dryly into semi-eternity, there’s not much left to scrape out of the bottom of the dark wood barrel and hint of barrel. Only a splendid sense of belonging to a group that ought to be better than dark green lawn clippings, pencil shavings, and dirty smock. Membership is exclusive and has its privileges, one of which is not a finish of heavy ground smoke.
Drink it on a night much like tonight. In fact, tonight’s the anniversary. Drink it in the cab of a truck. Drink it with cheap animation. Drink it with dancing penguins and handcuffs and shave and a haircut, two bits. The two kinds of stolen bicycle wend round the palate and leave an adventure on the mind. Don’t be tempted. There’s nothing yet discovered that can’t be lost. Not even an old rusting shed covered and surrounded in weeds.

Varietals: A-ha!, only when it was funny, purple nurple
Food Pairing: Chips ‘n dip