You knew those dance lessons would pay off one day, you just didn’t know it’d be your first day as an aircraft marshall. Glowing wands in hand, you’re on the runway, slowly at first. A little blueberry two-step, throw in a few elderberry jazz hands, sending planes off into the black licorice night. Now you’re really feeling yourself, making up your own moves. The plum-glazed tango. The black truffle twirl. The honey-pecan hop. There’s pandemonium at the gates, but no matter what the guys in the control tower say, you’re a star.
95 Points, Wine Advocate
