I'm a bit of a wine fanatic. My husband thankfully shares this passion. (It's so nice to be married to someone who prefers wine over beer. There's just something so much more romantic about that.)
One wine we discovered a couple of years ago still remains our favorite and we drink it on a regular (perhaps too regular?) basis. The local store knows it's "our brand" and always makes sure to keep enough of it on hand for us. (That's just one of the benefits of living in a small town.) They also started recommending it to others and the bottles regularly fly off the shelves.
But lately we've watched the price of this wine steadily climb. First by 15 cents, then another 5 cents, then 20 cents. Within the last year alone the price of this wine went up by nearly 50 cents. Over the past three or four years a whole $2. Still chump change so why am I whining about the price of wine?
It's the principle of the thing. This wine is starting to leave a bad taste in our mouths - figuratively, not literally speaking - because we feel like we are being nickled and dimed to death. So tonight when I go to pick up some red I just might reach for something else.
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