Delicious, it went very well with my mood. I lost track of time. I forgot my name. I sent strange texts to old girlfriends, or women I once stalked. I might have even pissed myself. I can't be sure.
We went to a friend's house for dinner. I gluttonously drank most of the bottle while we were eating. It must have been as much as a week ago now.
Here are my recollections of it: The wine's appearance was colossally cooperative, its aroma was auspicious and axiomatic, in mouth it was melodically majestic, its finish was futuristically flawless and furtively final. A very complex Pinot, to be sure. This was no Decoy, this was the genuine Mallard.
In truth I bought it because I've been searching for labels that interest me. This one made me think of hunting ducks, going out into swampy areas with other like-minded nimrods, tricking the birds with special whistles, surprising them into flight, aiming quickly, shooting them out of the sky, having dogs descend on them in their last seconds of life - having trained the dogs well - hearing the sound of their necks break as the dogs jaw clamps down on their frightened and wounded bodies, only to return them proudly to me... pleased hunter that I am.
Ah, happiness.... is a warm gun, and a dead animal.
Don't worry, we always eat the duck and then convert the feathers into headdresses for the local schoolchildren with down. We would never let any of it go to waste.
This wine would go well at an NRA rally.
If they enjoy this wine they really should try our Waterfowl Merlot. It's breathtakingly balanced, with a gamey potential.
Decoy's motto is "The everyday wine for the ill-informed."
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