Didn’t feel like adulting today. This called for a fun and flirty Beaujolais. Better yet, the king of Beaujolais himself, Moulin-à-Vent. All flowers, cherries and juicy red fruit draped with the most generous slice of salami ever. Suave and smooth with a lingering grippy finish. By the second glass, I was transported to kidulthood – a strangely pleasurable hybrid state of kid and adult. By the third, I’ve decided to move in. There’s a high chance I may never adult again.