Ice wine – is that an actual thing?
It is in Austria.
What about snow wine? What about wine popsicles?
Ah, that’s the wine song.
The wine song?
All great wines sing, that’s what Cicero said.
She meant that figuratively.
Why is it humming Ode to Joy? Why can’t it be humming Shostakovich?
I forget about your spurious connection with Shostakovich.
What’s the music that plays over the closing credits of a civilization? That’s what the wine should be humming.
Can you just apply it, like a wine run? Drink it through your skin? It’ll have the same effect, won’t it?
If only it was mulled. Use your psychic powers to mull it, Fiver.
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