She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, the dear girl, has one wine weakness, and it is an unfortunate one given our local selection available in that sort of thing.
She likes sparkling red wine.
Now I did a tasting of such oddball things a few years ago, all from the land of Oz, and some, like the E&E were quite good, although I couldn't help thinking it would have been even better sans bubbles.
I was in the store the other day with SWMBO, an infrequent occurrence, and she actually fastened on a bottle of wine that she wanted to buy. This was such an unusual happening that I just told her to go an get it, if she wanted it. It was a Banrock Station sparkling shiraz.
We opened it last night. The first sign of danger was the way it frothed up in the glass with an unusually lurid sort of fuschia colour. It was sort of like liquid cotton candy in the nose, but more like sweetened wine dregs (we keep the dregs left from decanting to use in sauces etc.) in the mouth.
Even SWMBO couldn't evince much liking for it, though she tried. The remainder of the bottle sits with a cork in it, awaiting some creative use for it, or being sent to its final resting place (my preference).
You have been warned!