Life Is A Mystic Bunghole

The Vintner pried the Best Bung™
Out of the bunghole
Of the vintage French barrel,
The fragrance of rich red wine
Filled her head
As she bent over and sniffed,
Using her hand to waft
The essence
Toward
Her nostrils,
Then peering into the blackness
Of the bung
She discovered the miasma inside,
A cacophony of sights and sounds
That assailed her,
Causing her
To swoon.