Shingleback and Chocolate

I enjoy perusing the aisles at my local wine merchant’s shop reading labels, and admiring the artwork bestowed upon them. Last time I was strolling I came across a Cabernet Sauvignon from Australia called Shingleback. The label peaked my interest a little having an abstract lizard-like animal embossed on the label over a splash of silver. I picked up the bottle to read the back; I discovered that this lizard is a shingleback and it apparently happily lives in the very vines that produce this concoction. On further inspection of the written description it had the standard explanation of their fermentation process, types of barrels for aging, and the flavors that make up the bouquet. Blackcurrant, blueberry and dark chocolate, all flavors I enjoy. The description was enough to sell me, so up to the counter I trotted with my other purchases for the evening. Upon getting home, I ceremoniously put the bottles away in the bar. It was a few evenings later when the time had come to uncork this particular bottle of Cab. The cork had a nice aroma to it, so I poured a tall glass as usual. The taste of blackcurrant was quite striking as I took my first sip, it immediately let me know that this was a full-bodied wine. As the flavors developed, I swallowed and was met with a pleasing aftertaste. This continued through the first half of the glass. Then it struck me. That aftertaste was not just pleasing; it was dark chocolate! It had been a few days, and a couple of wines, since I read the bottle. So I dashed over to it. Finding my suspicions where now confirmed as to the origins of my desire for chocolate I started searching. In a frenzy I raced about the kitchen. Doors, drawers, and containers were flung open. Cats were confused, but still gathered to watch what had now become their evening’s entertainment. And my girlfriend stood on in mild amusement, and bedazzlement, as she had been partaking in her traditional Riesling, and was unbeknownst as to the reason for my longing. The search spanned from the kitchen to the bedroom, and finally the office, by this time my glass had run dry, but not the hunt for the chocolate it had made me desire. After circumnavigating our dwelling I decided that there was no dark chocolate anywhere in the living space. With the harsh reality of this setting in and my lazy in the lateness of the evening, I decided that the only thing to do was to pour another glass and enjoy the dark chocolate flavors between sips. If could bestow upon you one piece of advice about purchasing Shingleback, it would be to buy chocolate with it!