Fish Eye is making a hard sell, touting it as the oak barrel of today. When I think about wine in a box, I think of 1983, hot tub parties, Virginia Slims and my mom. Yes, my mom. Who drank wine from a box, smoked Virginia Slims along with all her friends, in 1983, having hot tub parties.
Of course, right about now, you must be thinking my childhood was akin to that of a pre Jenna Jameson porn world where pizza and pool guys got lucky at the mere ring of the doorbell. But, alas, that's not true. Think more along the lines of tree hugging hippiedom and being one with nature.
So, back to wine in a box. Will it ever be cool? Hip? Trendy? Classy? I have read that screw top wine bottles are replacing the cork, as the screw top maintains a fresher wine. I can try wine in a box, but I draw the line at screw top a la Strawberry Hill, bottles. Which by the way, I know you have a story about , so you need to spill. My story is deeply disturbing and brings on my gag reflex, so I will save it for another day.
Where was I? Oh yes, boxes, wine, hippies. The point? None, I just wanted to see if you would buy it. So, would you?
For the record, my mom was only 25 in 1983, so cut her some slack will ya.
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