goes to my head

One thing I haven't mentioned, which is truly madly deeply lovable, is Red Wine.

Never one to be forgotten, Red Wine will stain you lips, stain you teeth, stain your clothes, stain your life. And yet, regardless of the embarrassment you feel when you catch sight of your purple teeth and Joker smile, you still rush back to the inviting, heady, seductive taste of Red Wine. It washes over you like a warm liquid embrace. A hug, if you will. After a glass or two, your neck and shoulders loosen, you relax, and you gradually become more charming and more fun (as does the lucky few who share your bottle).

Clearly, I am well beyond a glass or two. And how!