Naughty Own

Mrs Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?

If this wine were a woman, she would have a sleek Braun appliance adorned kitchen, within which she would bake you soft Banana Bread. If you were to swing by her house during the holiday season, say, Christmas time.. She would disarm you upon entry to her home. She would greet you at the door in one of those awful thick knit Mrs Clause sweaters. All to conceal a La Perla bodice hugging a burlesque landscape of curves. 

She is a heap of complex contradiction, without an ounce of fight to her character. Like the hearty weight and fruity Christmas cake of Hermitage integrated with  ethereal liquid silk quality of Pinot Noir 

She is all outward access and inward reserve.

She has warm and inviting deep set hazel eyes, heavy with intent. Like Pools of chocolate laced with coffee liqueur. Like a lonely Nigella Lawson, feeding you fruit cake in her palatial palace, perfect for fireside courtship. She makes you want to sleep in late, and be creamy milk she.. AHEM... Dips her cookies into.