Black Forest ~ Decadent Red Wine

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Seriously, what creature of the dark could resist a wine dubbed Black Forest? Certainly not me. If you’re looking for a delightful red to go with your Halloween festivities, you can’t go wrong with this one.

This is the first Cupcake Vineyards wine I’ve tried. Though I’ve seen them in the store the Cupcake brand name thing was just too froof laden for me. Until…the Black Forest. It’s lovely from its label right down deep into its guts.

This wine has a beautiful fragrance that releases immediately upon opening. Seriously, my husband could smell it across the room. This is not a bad thing, it tantalizes the senses before its even poured. The color in glass is dark, nearly purple red. Taste wise? Wow. Yeah. It’s smooooooth. One of the smoother reds I’ve tasted that still remain on my side of the dry spectrum. Berries! And I think, perhaps cherry? It’s not listed as a taste on their site but something in there has a decadent cherry-esque taste.

So, with this positive experience, I’ll have to try more of their wines – like the Red Velvet which supposedly has one of my favorite flavors, coconut! And perhaps the Cabernet Sauvignon, if I can get over the white label lol

 

 

Bones in Your Bonfire

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Nothing quite embodies the Fall nor compliments its array of colors and scents quite like a cozy bonfire with it’s warm orange flames licking into the night to ward off the chill, but few are aware of its charred history.

Long ago on Samhain, the night when the veil between this world and that of the spirit world is the thinnest, druids gathered to protect their people’s crops and the people themselves from the destructive forces of evil spirits. The druids traveled to homes to request offerings of crops, animals and even…humans. Whether these sacrifices traipsed willingly into the wicker cages or not is lost in the mists of time.

Once they’d gathered their sacrifices, the druids would don an assortment of costumes and light carved turnips to keep themselves safe from the spirits that broke free of the veil. Then, they fed their sacrifices to large fires and danced around the spiraling flames holding the skulls of their ancestors aloft as yet another talisman to ward off the dead. When the fires died naught remained of their sacrifices – crop, animal and human alike – except for ash and bones mingled within the embers.

So the next time you’re cuddled around a bonfire roasting marshmallows and the air is crisp with the herald of Winter, perhaps take a moment to remember those lost to the flames of the past, whose final screams rose to the heavens in the druids’ bone fires. And who knows, maybe some poor soul burns at that very moment in sacrificial fires lit not far from where you sit… (du du du du).