Cul de Cuvée: Love is in the shipping costs

The recently-random bits.

February (much like January) may be that month when movie studios release their straight-to-streaming movies that may or may not star Steven Seagal. But, more important than obscuring horrid films (Downhill, Jan-Gel 2: The Beast Returns, Daredevil 2003), this is the amazing month of ‘love’ that’s no better adored cashed-in on than with Valentine’s Day. So, we at the CdC HQ, along with our phalanx of unpaid interns, would like to remind you that, whether showing love in a self, couple, or poly kind of way, here’s an indispensable guide to wine for Valentine’s Day.

Our Department of TMI would like to let you know that while we’re talking about love, have you heard about ‘Penisgate’? If not, prepare yourself for a male genitalia modification deep dive at an Olympic level. Competitive injections were never, ever so serious and/or not-wanted to be known about.

Maybe this V-Day, you’re feeling a little splashy and wanna drink something old that’s not an Official Kurniawan Copy? Well, unfortunately you, the big spenders of wine, missed out when this 127 year-old Romanée-Conti (current vintages are usually only in the mid-20s [000]) was cracked for a select few whose sparse words spoke to the sparse flavors, albeit in a very special manner reserved for drinking old-ass wine that you have to pretend to love when you just want a nice, ripe Syrah.