" As she stands in the clearing the cold wind dances through the trees, swirling her golden mane over her diaphanous, silken black gown. The full moon melts into the paleness of her skin. As she stirs the cauldren of the binfandel she chants an otherworldy incantation. From vials as old as the echoes of time she adds minute pinches of her ancestry. Her slender fingers rub together as the grains fall, releasing their magick as they touch the fermenting must. On her face is the look of both good and evil, of love and hate, of life and sex and all that stirs you."
"What is this unearthly potion?"
" It is Poizin, the wine to die for"
( I was at my moms friends house and saw this wine bottle there called "Poizin" and saw that and found it interesting
4laugh Idunno what it tasts like but it looked unopened and I wasn't planning on opening it.. I prolly would have gotten in trouble if I did
ninja )
