Oops! My bad.
Way back in the mid 70's, I had a regular dope smokin' buddy that I'd see almost every day. One day, I was sitting in his living room getting high, and I got a bad case of cotton mouth. I asked him if he had a Coke I could get. He smiled and said he had something even better. He came back with a bottle that reminded me of the old spiral glass Pepsi bottles, and it was what he called frost wine. I told him I really wasn't into wine, but he insisted that I took a sip. Talk about a tongue trip? God, that stuff was good! It was too sweet to ever think about getting a buzz on it, but it sure tickled my tastebuds.
He belonged to some wine tasting thing, and they'd send him a different bottle each month to try. That little 16 oz. bottle cost him $25, and that was back around '75. That much money would buy a single guy a weeks worth of groceries.