I particularly enjoyed drinking this wine last week. It's called Hocus Pocus. It's a pinot noir from Lompoc, California. The label shows a stage magician with a perfect handlebar moustache levitating into midair. Here's a closeup:
When I visited a clairvoyant in March, she revealed that I had been a stage magician in a former life. As a kid I used to pray for magical powers. I grew up Catholic and understood that persistent, sincere petitions to the Virgin and Jesus would grant your wish, however extravagant. Maybe my young self was missing the extraordinary powers I enjoyed in my former self. Though, as I understand, I was a stage magician, a conjurer, and probably had no special powers at all except to deceive.
Right now I wouldn't mind having some magical powers.
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