This is unwine. Non-wine. This is zero wine. Wine with the wine taken out.
It’s not even eager to please. Not even anything. This nothing wine tastes of nothing. It’s the taste of Organisational Management.
It’s, like, anywhere wine. It could come from anywhere. Or nowhere.
It’s not delicious, but nor is it disgusting. It couldn’t offend anyone.
Wine’s supposed to have actual characteristics. It’s supposed to be as individual as a person. But this …!?
Work in Progress 