Listen. You don’t drink me. I drink you. I’m speaking metaphorically, of course, but you can’t do anything about it. You’re going to serve me and that’s the end of it. You can share me if you’d like. I’m strong and you might not be able to handle my greatness all at once.
I know what you’re thinking — “Wow. It’s rare to meet a bottle with such confidence, and at the top of its game.” Indeed, I’ve fought hard to get here. I’ve earned my way from grape to glass. Go ahead. Have a taste.