Last night, I picked up a bottle of Red Bicyclette Pinot Noir for a friend's birthday. It's not an expensive bottle of wine, but the label is beyond fabulous and, as you might recall, I buy my wines based on the fabulousness of their labels.
I stood on the wine aisle with Michelle for far too long, debating the Red Bicyclette. Did she think the label was fantastic? Did she think I was imposing my love for all bicycle things on other people who may not love bicycle things the way I do? Should I buy a more pricey but less cute bottle? After much more debate than reasonably necessary, I bought the bottle.
And then I got home and saw this headline:
And then this one:
Oh dang! The Red Bicyclette Pinot Noir is an impostor! Even though not one American consumer complained or likely even knew the difference, I obviously can't give an impostor wine--a plain ol' non-fancy French table wine--to a friend for her birthday.
Shame, I guess I'll just have to drink the bottle myself.