I went out last night to try the new fall cocktails at a place I love, but don't get to nearly as often as I'd like. After I'd tasted a number of delicious drinks (including a yummy red sangria with an orange twist, pictured above), the proprietor handed me a glass of red wine. It had an incredible, woody nose and was an amazing deal for the price point. That's when the proprietor told me it was a Colorado wine -- and I almost fell down.
So where was I drinking?
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