Clear garnet that smells like oak-ridden dog shit. Spandex stretched so tight it’s golden in the sun on a fish-dock after a strike. Burnt tire fresh-perm Mexican ditch roadkill infused with broken glass and shattered dreams. In the mouth cherry cough syrup, alka-seltzer and most likely: the flu. Cover your mouth.
2014 LITHOS Merlot Reserve Napa Valley 14.5
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