Last night after wine tasting at Urban Vines, I got a “porn bag” … their words, not mine … to carry my admittedly salacious bottle of wine and port home tonight. Clearly, I have been living under a rock because I have never heard that term before (for an opaque plastic bag to hide your quality erotica from people who just don’t get it). They disclaimed any previous knowledge of the dirrrtiness of the bags; all their suppliers said was that they could hold two bottles of wine. Uh, huh.