I found the picture of this wine bottle in my phone while I was browsing for barely remembered pornography.
I vaguely recognize the surroundings, the mise-en-scene.
I must have been party to its demise, a party accomplicated.
Florid, is my new word for wines served in stemware.
It reflects a waxing crescent, if my calculations are correct.
Some call it art, others merely sign language, a science if ever there was.
In my future assessments of wine I will try to find a corollary butt image that reflects my sensations of the appearance, the potential, and then the finish.
Enjoy. It is just, art.
(smallbutts@earthflesh.org)
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