Try my L’orangerie Ninety-Four I’ve saved it for this special night Loire Valley southwest of Paris and tell me how it feels So he raised a glass swirled expertly inspected legs inserted his member sensing bouquet “Full-bodied, fine” he said “You’ve a French sensibility” “Thank you,” I sighed breathing heavily He tasted, smiled bid me drink ahead a gentleman to be sure When we’d drunk our fill and said goodnight I returned bottle to rack brought from hiding the empty Two-Buck-Chuck and put it in the trash