If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy.
If Claret is the king of natural wines, Burgundy is the queen.
There are many ways to the recognition of truth, and Burgundy is one of them.
I would happily die with a bottle of white Burgundy in my mouth.
It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.
Burgundy makes you think of silly things; Bordeaux makes you talk about them, and Champagne makes you do them.