I like to think I have above-average willpower. (Despite evidence to the contrary.)
I mean, I can resist flying into a rage when DVD Nouveau has rented out the next instalment of True Blood/30 Roc/Sons of Anarchy to someone else.
I can (occasionally) resist shouting ‘**nting retard!!’ at those who cut in front of me in the morning traffic.
I can even resist the (often quite powerful) urge to have scrambled eggs for both breakfast and dinner.
But I cannot resist a prettily packaged bottle of wine. I just can't.
In fact, I can’t quite fathom why more marketers haven’t cottoned on to this. I mean, the wine labels below could be stuck to a bottle of paint stripper, and I'd still... have to... buy them.
It’s a very real, very Alice in Wonderland ‘Drink Me’ compulsion.
Luckily, the ones below contain glorious wine, not paint stripper – I have tasted them all (except the Thunderchild).
I mean, just look at them…
I also quite like this one...
Red blend Alphabetical: get in touch with The Foodie, David Cope, at firstname.lastname@example.org
Secateurs: AA Badenhorst
Thunderchild: Lettie or Petro at the Herberg 023 626 3140
Kloof Street: Mullineux Family Wines
Six Hats: Citrusdal Wines