In the lee of a picturesque ridge lies a small, unpretentious winery, one that

pampers its fruit like its own babies.

Hi, I'm Moira Rose, and if you love fruit whinies much as I do, then you'll

appreciate the craftsmanship and quality of a local ventner who brings the

musk melon goodness to his oak shardonnay, and the dazzling peach-crull

bat pull to his wistling real haw.

Come taste the difference good fruit can make in your wine.

You'll remember the experience, and you'll remember the name,

Herb Herblinger, Bert Hernguyve, Herb Herblinger,

Bing live hanger, live link, Bert Herkern, but bingo link f***er.

T-B-T-L!

Oh, look who decided to come in tardy.

No, don't think it's okay to just roll in here at a hundred kilometers per hour

like your jolato with the Calgary Flames.

This Canadian rap, jump man, jump man, then boys up to something.

Uh, uh, uh, uh, I think I need some Robert Tusson.

Do you believe that?

I do if you do.

But it's absurd.

Get out, are you going to get it out there?

Are you going to get out there?

For, for what?

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