That, ladies and gents, curled in the arms of my good luck stuffed animal (thanks Bec), is a bottle of Vin Doux Naturel (VDN) from my FWB's village. The first date we ever went on consisted of me going over to his place and him teaching me how to taste the sister wine to that VDN.
Last Christmas, I hunted Paris high and low for the VDN to bring home to California, to the point where I called the local cave in his tiny little town to ask where I could find it in Paris and they had their distributor personally call me. I bought two bottles and brought them home and made a Dutch chocolate bundt cake from scratch to pair with it.
My heart is in grave danger. The FWB has struck AGAIN.
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