“Behold the duck. It does not cluck.
A cluck it lacks.
It quacks. It is especially fond of a puddle or pond.
When it dines or sups, it bottoms ups.” - Nash
We don’t claim to have our doctorate in Celestial Mechanics but we do know a thing or two about Moon Duck and this wine was bottled during a “Strawberry Moon”, which is obviously a universal term to all Algonquin tribes. It was also bottled during a Waxing Crescent, which is about 1% full. So that is all tremendous and helped in delivering liquid perfection.
Darker than a sirens shadow puppet, this brooding broth explodes from the glass with aromas of dark red fruit, baked strawberry, and purple flowers. On the palate, the fruit is intense and devious as it moves from red to blue with black raspberry, crème de cassis, warm leather, and vanillin oak.
“The perils of duck hunting are great - especially for the duck.” - Walter Cronkite