A rare treat in store for Mrs Sheerluck this evening.
Previous vintages of this cheeky little sparkling Moscato have always promised much, and delivered pleasure aplenty.
With its sweet, honeyed, strawberry flavours providing reminiscences of carefree boyhood days refilling large paper cups from all 4 spouts at the Hungry Jack's postmix bar, with a subtle acidic undertone available only from licking those blue/grey deposits off the battery terminals.
The light, sparkling texture provides a certain knowledge that I will be without the doona at several points tonight, and possibly deaf in at least one ear by morning.
It is gentle on the nose, but certain death to the palate, best served chilled with friends.
Or if cannibalism isn't your thing, anything very spicy that will remove your taste buds beforehand.



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Keeping it simple is complicated.
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