"What vile juice hath satan spat forth here? What sputum erupts from his belly? This is anti-wine. Non-wine.
Echo Falls - marketed in the UK to chav women obsessed with getting smashed and stumbling down an English city centre street near you screaming and shouting obscenities at 2am. Marketed to make the proles think they are sophisticated because they are drinking "wine" when in fact they are a glugging down manufactured product - the liquid equivalent of a Big Mac or a Mars Bar.
And why did I drink this? Because my poor old mum bought me a bottle and insisted on having a glass together and I couldn't say no. I grimaced, drank up and thought of fluffy bunnies to make the pain go away. I feel dirty and ashamed."
Next time someone pours me cheap dreck, I'm definitely going to try the fluffy bunnies trick.
