In The Weeds: Think Inside the Box
Every girl loves her little black dress, her black strappy heels, her black negligee, her black nail polish (last season) and her black Mercedes (10 seasons from now). But this weekend, I made a new best friend. The little black box. Of wine.
That’s right. Black Box wine. Now before you scratch my name off your Christmas party invite list, let me explain.
It started innocently enough. On Saturday, I was getting together with the other Frothy ladies for a little chit chat and drinky poo. Shannon wanted to save the vodka for after the noon hour so I offered to bring wine to cover the morning drinking between 11:00 and 12:00.
I knew we’d have about five girls and with each certainly wanting more than one glass and with me still being unemployed, I weighed my options. A South American cheapo? An overplayed Australian? Wait, what’s this? A box of wine with a little 89 score hanging in front of it. I leaned in for closer inspection. Black Box 2007 California Merlot. One box holds the equivalent of four 750ml bottles. Built-in easy pour spout. $26. C’mon kids, mommy’s ready to go.
Within the hour, the box was sitting comfortably on Shannon’s kitchen island, and we were all enjoying an easy-drinking and smooth merlot without the bite often found in cheap reds. And it felt just tacky enough to be cool. Being the biggest wine drinker of the bunch, Shannon graciously allowed me to take the box home with me when I left. And that is when my secret love affair with the Black Box really began.
Now two full days later and mimicking a real-life love affair, I know it will soon end, but the not knowing exactly when is what keeps it interesting. Unlike a glass bottle with its clearly measurable remains and never ending judgment, the mysterious cardboard box keeps my secrets, even from me. Gravity, a vacuum sealed bag and a convenient push button release system (colored bright red for when you’re having trouble finding it) work together in beautiful harmony to keep the wine free from oxidation for a minimum of four weeks . . . or three days. Whatever you need.
Some other benefits:
- It’s lightweight and fully recyclable, making it easy to bring to park play dates along with my kids’ Juicy Juice boxes. Sticking a bendy straw in a glass bottle has always drawn too much attention from the Johnson County moms.
- Unlike the traditional “black box” used to record speed, altitude and conversation, this Black Box clears all data from memory.
- It sits only a foot from my sink and dispenses wine with the ease and convenience of tap water, which has been giving me pause when deciding how best to hydrate myself. But, I am hydrating. Often.
Give it a try. If you can get past your glass bottle ego and the big carbon footprint it leaves behind, I promise you’ll have the best four days you can sort of remember.