I think we could all agree that we judge the book by the cover, the wine by the label and the person by how they look. Well, today i was a victim of great adverting, not to mention i have a slight aversion for skulls.
Armida
2008 Binfandel
Sonoma Country
Here is the lovely poetry in the back of the bottle. I was sold.
As she stands in the clearing the cold wind dances thought the trees, swirling her golden mane of her diaphanous, silken black gown. The full moon melts into the paleness of her skin. As she stirs the cauldron of Binfandel she chants an other worldly incantation. From vials as old as the echoes of time she adds minute pinches of her ancestry. Her slender fingers rub together as the grains fall, releasing their magic as they touch the fermenting must. On her face is the look of both good and evil, of love and hate, of life and sex and all that stirs you. What i this unearthly potion:
It is Poizin, the wine to die for.
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