Pear skin my ass.
Deliciously robust waft to the nostrils as you draw it in your smelling faceholes. Deep red fruits, those without pits mind you, explode on your face.
As you pour this healing juice down your gullet taste the raspberry rhubard pie grandma used to make lightly sofened with the home made vanilla ice cream that was literally just sugared cream she made in a churner.
Good as a night time sippin wine. — 8 years ago
Kelly Greenwood
August 2018. Enjoyed a bottle from 2013. — 6 years ago