I’m trying to convince him over video that the yellow in my eyes is not jaundice, but the reflection from an abnormally large bowl of Corn Flakes. He’s not buying it.
It’s bad enough Melburnians are confined to their shoebox apartments again due to a few swingin’ security guards. They were supposed to protect those with a fever, not make them sweat. Another la-la-la-la long long li long lockdown.
Personally and collectively, it feels like we are Austin Powers in The Spy Who Shagged Me, when Dr. Evil stole his mojo.
And I frickin' want it back.
This label is fun, fresh, and its pastel purple is inducing cravings of grape Hubba Bubba.
Scotty’s dyed emo hair in the scene Dr. Evil told him to zip it.
In hindsight, great advice for the security guards…
A waft of balsamic up front.
However, it mostly reminds me of an outdated mobile device whose keypad was designed for the fingers of a toddler and the eyes of an owl.*
Juicy dark berries with a touch of Caramello Koala.
Bold yet smooth, it just screams, “I’m a sexy beast, yeah!”
Cabernet that’s motherfucking moreish, which is a shame, given Dr. Hoddlestreet has just informed me I should give up booze for a while.
Who the fuck does he think he is, a health professional?!
Well, I’m waiting until August for that shit-show of sobriety, because this groovy Mojo needs to get in my belly!
4.1/5 fucks given.
RRP $25 https://www.mojowine.com.au/#/cabsauv
* BlackBerry, of course. The forgotten cult of the Noughties, idolising souped up Tamagotchis that dazzled with their ability to send emails...