If you've been reading this blog for awhile, you'll have run across several posts highlighting my odd little obsession with wine art. Or, occasionally, other alcoholic beverage container art. Which is really odd since, although I'm not a teatotaler, my alcoholic consumption is dramatically below average. I have spent so many years either pregnant or nursing, and then as a result of those pregnancies, in charge of small people, and later bigger people who always seemed to need unexpected rides to and fro and also needed me to be a good role model, my drinking opportunities were slim to zero. In fact, I have entire decades in my life where I can count the number of alcoholic beverages I consumed during that time on my fingers. Maybe even the fingers of one hand.
Nowadays I can probably add up that number of drinks in a year or two but it's still only the occasional glass of wine with dinner on the rare night when another adult is around for any unexpected taxi service, or the even more rare holiday or travel drink, and the once or twice a year game night margarita. Not enough to even call myself a "regular" drinker. It seems I appreciate my wine in the bottle far more often than I appreciate it uncorked and in a glass.
A few weeks ago I stumbled upon another location, unexpected, with a wine aisle. I thought I'd used up all my local photo opportunities. I haven't had a chance to share it with you yet, but soon.
In the meantime, I'll share this one lone bottle with you tonight. I saw this new wine selection on a specialty rack at the market the other day. I walked past it and then backed up to do a double take. Is it just me or, isn't this label a bit ahead of the drinker? Shouldn't you have to drink the entire contents of the bottle first before the art looks like that?