Just Stop It
Well well well. The madrigal son returns.
Listen, Craig. I know you really like singing. And wine. And singing about wine. But do you need to sing about wine every day? I don't think you do.
I put up with the serenading when you were a kid because I didn't want to offend your juvenile sensibilities by telling you to stop. Mostly I didn't want to have to pay for therapy where you sit on a couch and whine to some shrink, "My dad is sooooo mean ..." So for a good 10 years I bit my tongue whenever you'd break into random song about things like Scuba Steve and ketchup packets.
But the thing is, you're 18 now and in college. So I think it's time you stop making up ditties about potent young wines with hints of sandalwood, black peppercorns and allspice. At least when we have company.
Because while your voice is beautiful, and it is, really. Almost angelic. Ethereal! That's the word I'm looking for. Anyway, while your voice is beautiful, I think some people may find it unsettling when you suddenly leap to your feet and start singing about a crisp finish with bright acidity that leaves the mouth salivating and wanting more.
OK, I find it unsettling. So knock that crap off already.