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The best on Delusional, thanks!! It prompted me to share what I wrote in my "Jung's Demon" novel about two Sicilian wines. Hope you wouldn't mind:

PIETRA SACRA – excites like a young, salacious peasant girl. Deep in what she offers, suggesting what she proposes is much more than what’s obvious. The wine is full, strong after 10 years in the bottle, as strong as her legs and arms. Bouquet is terrestrially opulent, coming from the depths of clay from which its grape grew, as sumptuous as curves and breasts of our little lustful rustic desire fantasy dressed in her white linen shirt.

Tannin in the Pietra Sacra wine is like a whiff coming from the Mediterranean Sea, which gives it another layer of beauty; the tongue and the palate sing as they’re smooching her. Very pleasant to imbibe. A feel of tipsiness: Dionysian. It’s somehow “raw”—it feels like one drinks it directly from a moist, rustic soil as it takes it from the lips of your peasant girl.

With Pietra Sacra, one must fuck in the hay.

MILLE E UNA NOTE – this (quite expensive) wine is like a lustful—albeit a tad aged and therefore even more exciting—rather perverted aristocrat. Now at a certain mature age, her bright blue eyes radiate life experiences. She’s all smooth, velvety and, dare I say, somewhat cunning. But what a charm she possesses. She knows the game of life better than you could imagine. The wine itself has an intense, exquisite ruby color. Its bouquet mesmerizes you. You can whiff a scent of the celebrated licorice amidst a tad stronger blackberry and plum notes. One even senses a chocolate in it. Ahh, il cioccolato Siciliano, how could anyone live without you?

Mille e Una Note makes you wish to be able to swim in it, to immerse yourself in lustful Dionysian games or at least to frantically dance under the full moon, like the renegade dervishes of yesteryear used to do.

Then you take a sip. You imbibe it gently, almost timidly kissing the lips of your aristocrat lady as it all starts slowly and deliberately. Think of Gioachino Rossini and “William Tell Overture.” It does not overwhelm you at the start but then, with every bit (a sip, a kiss…) it lures you even deeper into its mystery, all the way up to the overpowering crescendo. Yes, she is reserved at first, our gorgeous aristocratic lady, but once she opens herself, she takes you to the heights of sensual pleasures you could have only dreamt of before encountering her.

Mille e Una Note is big, an exceptionally refined wine. It is as smooth and as silky as our aristocrat. So, with this big, red ruby Sicilian wine, one ought to fuck in silk.

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