While I’m a big beer fan who will claim a degree of expertise over hoptastic refreshments, my mastery over my wine palate is far less impressive. In fact, as long as a wine is pleasing enough to be consumed without blanching in occasional glasses or in mass quantity during my yearly Ides of March celebration—drinking loads of red wine to commemorate Roman culture on the anniversary of Julius Caesar’s death—then it’s a fine wine by me. However, my penchant for all things lucha libre-related required me to purchase and crack open a bottle of Luchador shiraz simply due to its high-flying, top rope wrestling theme.
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