Kir, Royale or No

The last thing I picked up at the Paris airport was this hard to resist bottle of Cassis. Too pretty not to. I figured we'd be drinking Kirs, Royale or no, all Spring long, pinkies out, the whole shootin' match or maybe we could pour it over vanilla ice cream and add some fresh berries and eat that for dinner. Maybe we'll never use it but I just keep looking at this bottle and it gives me that delicate feeling of being away in body in spirit every time.