We all know what nature abhorrs — a vacuum.  Once nature has had it’s way with vacuum for the day, what’s next on it’s hit list?  Your frukkin’ white carpet.  Only carpet salesmen know why white carpet is installed in homes.  That reason is because you never sell white carpet once.  It always has to be replaced.  Nature hates it.

Sure, it looks good in a nice empty place, but then you move in with your mighty meaty man-hands and their luna-orbit-displacing man muscles.  It’s only a matter of time before nature strikes in the form of your hand and a glass of red wine and nature hates. a. white. carpet.

Here’s the real victim: G. Durand’s 2007 Syrah.  $10/bottle with the QFC discount.  Thank you France!  Dang this stuff is good.  Good strong mouth feel.  Tastes good on the tongue.  Goes down easy.  It’s a winner, something that should not be on the dang white carpet.

Sez right there on the label: “Premium California Wine”, and how often has our friend Trader Joe steered us wrong?  Hardly never my friends, and this is no exception.  I’m drinking it chilled, as any sensible visitor to Al-Andalus would.  It’s light and pleasant, going down easy…  Here’s my question though:

The label reads, “Winemaker’s Reserve”.  Hello?  What *is* that supposed to mean?  Both beer and wine products suffer from pathetic usage of old-school designations.  At one time “Private Reserve” might have meant “You Can’t Have Any”.  Today it seems to mean, “Put Me In The Cooler With All The Others”.  If they are actually “reserving” the best for the owners, stockholders, pets, BFF’s or whoever, what do they call it?  “Double Secret Private Reserve”?