Cul de Cuvée: Unlimited pineapples to see out summer

The recently-random bits.

Summer has come to an end here in the lands surrounding the CdC HQ. How do we know this? Because all the northbound highways are clogged with French cars, that’s how. Also, whether it be from mountains hikes or beach worship, we’re varying shades of darker, but the one thing we’re not is burnt to a blistered crisp. This may be a sign that the sun simply doesn’t like you.

And sure, summer is technically still around until the 21st of September, so maybe you’d like one last hurrah? If so, you need to step out of normal rosé and turn it up to freakin’ 11 with a fat bottle of the un-yachtable, ‘Screaming Devil‘, Whispering Angel’s disowned stepchild that was left behind at the gas station.

Via various sessions in the CdC Confessional Booth, we need to admit that there was a collective affogato rampage this summer, but here we must bow to what is the affogato to end all affogati. Bless us father, for we have partaken of these earthly, half-frozen, half-steaming pleasures.

Although maybe you’ve lost your will to live and aren’t into ice cream doused in coffee? Well then, just because it’s cooler doesn’t mean that you still can’t enjoy a fresh stick of butter in the remaining sunshine.