Old Red #1

Smoky and with a hint of brambles. Fresh with a sense of deja vu. Rounded on top and sort of heavy at the bottom, like it may fall apart if you breathe on it too hard or talk about it behind its back too cruelly. On the nose there's something resembling trust, but I can't say exactly what it reminds me of.
The incessant noise it produces demands heavy accompaniment, like a torrid affair with your secretary. you might have a glass on a dare or under a tree if you aren't too attached to your sense of yourself as a person, especially regarding what morals you may still have left now that you've reached an age where those tend to degrade. Where does the grape come from? A village in France. Try it with cheese if you please. Try it with toast and I'll boast, you'll never taste a wine so fine unless you've dined on nine brined swine.

Something Prometheus might have drunk on a single night of peace, comfort, and coziness in the middle of his period as a fugitive. The gods are chasing him. He can imagine the future of pain involving organs and birds he has in store for him, or he may be imagining other tortures instead, since the specific vengeance of Zeus is not to be predicted.
Drink it while musing on tortures profound. Drink it while eating the gizzard of a bird that has been eating the liver of the greatest hero your species has ever known. It can catch easily but if it goes out you have to find a brand new source. It is infinite but extremely temporary, like the wine.
The bottle is made of glass. The label is made of paper. The cork is made of cork. The salesman is made of person. The store is made of metal, glass, concrete, brick, copper wire, rubber, steel, wool, hemp, cotton, blood, vinyl, outside, inside, upside down. You are made of cells and germs that attack the cells. I am made of the same thing as you because I am a direct copy of you. Drink it with your clone on a steamy saturday night of forbidden lust. Drink it when your alma mater calls to hit you up for money that you don't have, money that you have but don't want to give, money that you have and want to give but need some begging involved with the giving of the money that you have. Try it with a nice piece of toasted cheese. Enjoy it with a sprig of rosemary stuck into your skin. Taste it after you've split this coronet betwixt you.
It's a bottle of wine. Hit someone over the head with it. Use it as a tool to pound your rice, grain, millet, flax seed, other kinds of rice. Hit someone over the head with it because they want to use it to pound their grain before you, instead of you, with you. Share it among the simple people of your village. Use it to send a message to people on the mainland, but not until after you drink the wine. Realize you've forgotten to include a return address in your message in a bottle that used to be a bottle of wine.

It's a product of France, America's ally. It's a product of Prometheus, Zeus's enemy. It's a naturally occurring phenomenon that's been domesticated like the wolf to the dog, the bear to the pet bear, the orox to the cow, the rainbow to the rainbow brite, or fire to a zippo.

Varietal: Altitude
Food Pairing: Long deferred freedom