A Haiku to the Bota Box
Sits on my countertop
Spilling forth goodness.
Since I have determined that not every day can (or should) be a Manhattan (with figgy bourbon) day, my most recent trip to the liquor store involved the purchase of my favorite boxed wine.
BOXED WINE!!?? I hear you scream.
Bota Box, which advertises itself as the wine to take camping, serves very well as the wine to sit on the counter and await your vessel of choice, be it paper cup of cut crystal. Their Shiraz is a totally respectable red table wine (and I can see from their site that it has won awards! Box wine awards, but still . . . )
Today I also bought the (newer) Riesling. I was hosting a wee get together and needed a red and a white. Since the crowd at my place tends to be rather Germanophile, I opted for the light blue box of melony sweetness pictured here: