All that glitters is not gold. Sometimes it's a deep red.
The name's Ida Finkelstein-Brown, but my friends all call me Spawkles. You can too if you play your cards right, Toots.
Why Spawkles? I suppose it's on account of all my shiny bips and bops. If it catches light and reflects it, I gotta have it.
Take, for instance, this Spawkling Shirazy here. They say the deep garnet red color produces a richly colored mousse foam on the surface and the aromas of pepper, berries and vanilla add complexity and intrigue. But I don't know nothin' 'bout all of that.
What I do know is that I look fabulous holding a glass of it while wearing my bedazzled jean jacket. You see the face in sequins on the back right there? That's an homage to the beautiful and talented Barbara Streisand. Love you, Babs.
Still, I do enjoy the way it tastes. The bubbly, not the jacket. It's got a wonderfully soft, creamy texture. Kinda reminds me of that pink cream soda, only much fancier. And speaking of bubbly, it's like a regular bubble party in there. Look what happens when I pour some in the glass. First the fizz and then POP! POP! POP! Now how do ya like that?
Anyway, I gotta go. I hear they got some purple glitter Crocs down at the market. I gotta get there before all the Bridge ladies snatch them all up.