It's never a good idea to take liberties with a lady's muliebrities, themilum, unless she's in the mood.

It's never a good idea to quote oneself either, but at least I'm safe from prying eyes in this thread. Just kidding. Actually, I'm quoting myself for a good reason. I want to get us back in the mood.

Candlelight and wine. Does that set the stage for romance? And for such an occasion, only the most seductive fruit of the vine will do. Mais oui, mon petite, couchez-vous?

Eric Asivmov, writing in the New York Times, "Poetry and Attitude, Pinot Noir's Paradox", has the perfect selection for our amorous reflection:

No other wine conjures up poetic descriptions like pinot noir; no other wine forges as direct a path to the soul. If a wine could make a person cry, it would have to be a pinot noir. A wine like this is bound to have a pretty big mystique, and pinot noir wears its like a rap star wears gold. It's a femme fatale. It's a temperamental artist. It's very sensitive.*

I suspect themilum has a bottle of Pinot Noir tucked away somewhere for special occasions. So I'm dedicating this limerick to themilum.

Let's have a toast to Pinot Noir
It's more than a wine, it's a choir
Of aromas and flavors
Every connoisseur savors.
It's the elixir avant the boudoir.

* http://snipurl.com/cuy9

Here's hoping themilum makes Prize Two a Pinot Noir this week. :)