Alpha Box & Dice Prosecco

Wonder so THE SUN may flower into a giddy cherub. A ray eclipsing a honey-laced flûte touting apple blossom melodies. Witness this message in a bottle exclamation of adoration t'wards THE SUN. An angelic effervescence making days into childlike knights atop a galloping, golden stallion. The liquid hymn of X’s and O’s lulling bubbling rays higher in a daydream that never pops. Charge the glass eternally half full. Bask. Salute THE SUN with a sip.