Wonderwall Pinot Noir

Barkish, round, yummmy in the land of Narnia. You just rolled out in your whip. Now there’s a fruit roll up in a usable section of tea tree bark your grandfather kept in a vintage cigar box. Your brother always hid from you. Dark orange energy magnetically pulls you. You find yourself in an abandoned Studebaker factory where all the ripe rootsy flavors of unsweetened chocolate, orange rind and Dr. Emmet Brown are making bright cherry pie. They let it cool on the windowsill while your scratch off lottery ticket reveals the three cherries. You win. Clean up your pencil shavings and guzzle.