I was thinking, is it all in the price?
I am speaking of fortified wine.
If you are a fancy-dancy dude or dudette, I have this vision of you sitting around in a fine sitting room around a fine fireplace in wing backed chairs drinking a fine sherry, port, marsala, or some-such fortified wine. I even have visions of Downton Abbey or a fine English Gentleman’s Club when I think of this.
Now I do not have the same impression when I think of people tossing down a little old Thunderbird, Wild Irish Rose, Mad Dog 20/20, or Night Train Express. The vision are more street corners, alleys, and college parties. Instead of wing backed chairs I see a broken-down couch in my minds eye.
At their core, both products are nothing more than wine fortified with grain alcohol. Maybe the wine is a little better, maybe not. Maybe it is a matter of price. I wonder.
