Deep and rustic red, the crimson bark of a manzanita forest. Brambled and tangled with strawberry vines, surviving the strangling grasps of their heir apparent. Only to flaunt the dazzle of its insipient exit. Two young kids prance cheerfully among the cherries and chocolate of their candy-land forest. Unbeknownst to them a darkness lurks in the shadows. A witch, and she has ideas for these children. “Here little girl, have some raspberries and sweet candies, and oh little boy, I’ll drench the chocolate with cream!” Deluded by the sugar and quick to agree, they followed her in, where the nightmares begin. The mean old witch had visions of hot ovens and roasting that were much worse than sin. But the children escaped, by slipping her a glass of this Zin.
notes by Thomas Cherry, master cellar rat