What cotton candy dreams are made of, and I mean that in the worst way possible. I don’t know what this sweet wine is made of, but I suspect it’s floor sweepings from an amusement park. Your tongue will literally petition to rip itself from your body and roam the world, alone, if you put this in your mouth. Pairs well with your toilet, which is where you should pour this should some ill-advised family member gift you a bottle.
