So, I was just pushing my shopping cart toward the checkout area after getting all the items on my list, which I keep on the note app on my smartphone, when I had to do a double take because I thought I saw, via my peripheral vision, a familiar face looking at me.
To my delight, it was Snoop Dogg.
To my delight, it was Snoop Dogg. On a wine bottle. Amused, I circled back to take a picture, but not to purchase. I had plenty of red wine at home, I told myself. I put the Snoop Dogg Cali Red wine on my list for next week.
For once, my Virgo-ness, backfired. The following week brought a gaping hole on the wine shelf where Snoop Dogg should have been. Apparently, everyone wanted the D-O-double G Cali Red wine.
Undaunted, I researched where I could pick up a bottle.
This time, my Virgo-ness paid off. I found a liquor store less than five minutes away from the Black-owned business where I picked up my local food treat for the week. (Since the pandemic, I’ve been ordering takeout from a different restaurant once a week. I’ve not repeated a restaurant yet. Thanks, Rona!)
Although I’m a red wine wino, my favorite is Malbec. Yet the Cali Red was a little sweeter than your average Malbec without being too sweet like a dessert wine, which I refer to as “alcoholic Kool-Aid.” Speaking of “reefer,” no, there was no THC or other hemp products added to the wine. So, as of now, people will just have to supply their own.
In the meantime, who knows how the alcohol and budding hemp industry will emerge on the other side of this pandemic. The federal government isn’t as twitchy as it used to be about hemp products.
In the near future, we may all be able to chill out while sipping Snoop’s wine. And when people remark how relaxed we are, we can say, “Nothing but the Dogg in me.” (I know, that was a George Clinton reference, but I couldn’t resist.)