Scroll Wine Rack, light of my life, fire of my counter top. My organizer, my sole rack. Scroll-Wine-Rack: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Scroll. Wine. Rack. It was metal, plain metal, in the morning, holding three bottles in one easy embrace. It was a wine rack in the kitchen. It was a serving rack in the dining room. It was the Wine Rack with Scroll work by Spectrum – 480-10 on the dotted line of the catalog. But in my wine cellar it was always Scroll Wine Rack. Did it have a precursor? It did, indeed it did. In point of fact, there might have been no Scroll Wine Rack at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial wine holder. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before the Scroll Wine Rack was designed as my age was that summer. You can always count on a wine rack blogger for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns. Look at this Scroll Wine Rack.