She thought for a moment, then took in a mouthful of thick, dark wine.

He sipped the dark red wine she had poured for him.

He filled the glasses with dark wine and held one out for her.

She stared at the dark red wine in her glass.

He squeezed a jet of dark wine down his throat.

She lifted the glass of dark wine to her lips.

Just then, their waiter arrived at the table with a bottle of dark red wine in hand.

The fox took a mouthful of the rich dark wine.

Again he pondered on it, studying the dark red wine in his water glass.

He remembered Lilith, with hair the color of dark wine.