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Garnacha

One of the great pleasures of life as an adult is that you can decide, on a whim, that you'd like a bottle of wine to drink when you get home. Then you can stop at the store, pick out whichever one strikes your fancy - say, a Spanish garnacha - bring it home, uncork it, pour a measure into your nicest wineglass, and sit down to drink it at your leisure.

The prerogative and the pleasure are all yours. And it feels great.