Some Rojo. Doesn't hit hard like Jack. But mellow in good way. I might learn to enjoy wine.
Long story. Back in 80s, I was with my first band. McLeod Pipes and Drums. It was made up of Shriners, and me. Good fellas who saw WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. We would hit all the events that was available. But nothing was better than Burns night. Local St. Andrew's lodge always had one, and we would lead in the haggis. One Burns night, I was completely toasted on wine. And this old lady seating next to me said "haggis tastes like a cat food". Now, understand that I was drunk. I looked at her and said "why? do you dine on a cat food often?"