Hey, Mambo

As a rule, I typically don't buy something just because someone thrusts an item into my hand and says, "Here, try this, it's really good!"

First of all, I don't know who the heck you are, and subsequently have no clue about what you might think is "good". Secondly, you're shoving a bottle of GENERIC wine into my arms - which, I might add, are already full with "real" wines, thank you very much. But your eyes are gorgeous, and you have such the winning smile - and, well, I couldn't resist. Besides, who could pass up a California Sultry Red? (Don Sebastiani & Sons (The Other Guys), and less than $10, I might add ...)

Oh my ...this yummy treasure, a blend of Syrah, Barbera, Zinfandel, Petite Sirah, Malbec, and Alicante Bouchet (gesundheit!) grapes, will most definitely hold a spot in the cabinet! So. to describe this big, big wine, let me just transcribe the story on the label - I couldn't have said it any better:

Down some alley off Columbus, I bang on an unsuspecting door. And of course, there's some big brute just waiting to hassle me. Once inside the hollow building, he points me down a dim set of stairs. A bar and tables emerge out of the SMOKY blackness. I sit in the back corner and order the house ravioli and a bottle of wine. On the postage stamp of a stage, the lights reveal a LUSCIOUS gem - with COCOA brown hair and CRANBERRY lips. She belts out a lonesome note to awaken her band. Like striking a match, the room comes ablaze with music. Her voice like velvet beckoning strays to the dance floor. A few couples and then a few more. The crowd is insatiable. The music, the food, the wine, all together hypnotizing. I savor every drop.

Was perfect with my elk roast!