Once upon a while, the handsomest buck proudly walks the woods and fields, sporting the most majestic antlers. Yet the sly huntress knows where to stalk down such prey, passing over lesser stags. For this season, a king is about. After spotting the signs and reading the rut, she finds her mark. Pulling her arrow from her pink quiver, drawing back her supple bow, she lines up her shot, a clean shot, through the ripe, late season fruity grapes, heady with intoxicating aroma. Trophy Rack balances out the strong fruit flavors of Concord Rosé with crisp Pennsylvania apples. Triumph never tasted so sweet.