I love the back of wine bottles:
"With flavors of black raspberry and pomegranate, our experienced winemakers have crafted this Shiraz into an enticing full flavored wine with medium body and impressive finish."
Sure...why not? As I am fond of saying, "It ain't magic if it don't spin, brother."
Honestly...I can't say I tasted pomegranate (I don't necessarily remember the last time I actually ate pomegranate) or raspberry (black or even red for that matter,) but this was a damned fine bottle for 8 bux and the perfect complement to the meatball hero, eggplant parmesan and large antipasto from Roadhouse Brick Oven Pizza here in fabulous River City.
So...I suppose I'll have to give up on my career wish as a wine label blurbiste. Dammit! At least until I figure out what pomegranate tastes like OR someone in the industry wants a label that reads:
This is a damned fine bottle for 8 bux and the perfect complement to Saturday nigh meatball heros, eggplant parmesan and antipasto.
I'm not holding my breath or taking wagers.
Also, a swift, smacking high five to Roadhouse for actually knowing the definition of antipasto (a course of appetizers consisting of an assortment of foods, as olives, anchovies, sliced sausage, peppers, and artichoke hearts) and executing to well nigh perfection (black and green olives, sliced salumi, mozzarella, provolone, artichoke hearts, roasted red peppers, pickled mushrooms, gardinera and cappicola.) Not a leaf or shred or torn pieces of wilted lettuce in sight.
A real bargain at 10 bux and you'd probably drop a couple of twenties just putting together the ingredients.
But...the fussy side of me still contends that it would have been perfect with those salty, delicious little fishy bastards, the anchovies.
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