A funny thing happened on the way to the Wine Shoppe.

You plum forgot what you wanted to get. Or what that wine was called. And it started raining, so you got soaked. Then that weirdo from college – the one with the iguana – was in there, and started looking at you like you were a math problem. So you just grabbed something…and then your card didn’t work!

May we present the WineFlirt Wine Club: four levels, no commitment, the delight of receiving a package, the element of surprise, and the quality of being effortlessly prepared. Guaranteed.

The bottles we select are for drinking, not for time capsules, and come with info on each. It’s not a secret society – more like a secret admirer.