Let me tell you about a little story called School Night Sessions. The head liner of this story Hidden Cellars 2006 from Mendocino County. It's a tail of a tall, dark, rich, loooooong legged minx and its mysterious dance of the empty bottle. The dance that I thought I was familiar with until now. The liquid to lips action was something to be desired. The fruit flavor ran through my body ruining my shirt with lactation. I was unable to control my intake. I am a (zin)FAN(del) but don't let me put a roman war helmet on you, the little content of 14.5% made sure I was going to lose the feeling in my knee caps.
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