I buy my wife a rose on Valentine's Day.
Oops, that's rosé. As in a bottle of rosé wine. It's amazing what a little aigu can do.
It's her favourite bouquet, and it makes her love me lots.
Thousands of grapes and hundreds of man, woman and trans hours go into making that rosé, and it's still cheaper than buying an individual rose, which I can find growing wild through a small crack in my neighbour's driveway asphalt.
Happy Valenwine's Day, honey.
