"Oh, lemme me have a try." Rosario takes the bottle back, holds it up close and wafts a hand across the mouth of it as though to help breathe in the aroma, though all she's really smelling right now is chocolate sugar glaze. She takes a sip, gives it a contemplative swirl in her mouth. "Okay, I'm getting... oak and uh... leather...?" She's getting nothing of the sort, red wine to Rosario tastes like red wine, but it sounds like the kind of dumb shit a wine bro would say. Then again, they're probably all making it up, too. "Aaaannnd... grapes," she finishes, because she's fast approaching the limits of her improvisational ability. Another sip, and a firm nod. "Yep. There's for sure some grapes in here."