Ole Black Crater

This is another label that I’m particularly fond of.

The image used for the label, the Ole Black Crater, came from either the NASA site or one of those related with moon exploration – I checked several. The detail of the moon, because again we’re cheap, didn’t copy well and so most of the moon detail was lost.

I also particularly liked the Moon Base Ralpha bit, stolen from a sci-fi series.

Here’s what the copy reads:

Wine Wars

Having been flushed (literally) from every jurisdiction on the planet Earth, the Brothers Campbell, undaunted, have taken their road show of debauchery to space. They bizarrely acquired a spaceship from an extraterrestrial life form (resembling a sprig of parsley) by pure chance. Well, not exactly pure chance because it seems that this particular acquisition involved a game of chance of the Campbell’s own invention with a large drinking component, a carboy full of red wine, three plastic racking tubes, and an armadillo painted with spots (don’t ask).
Free from the limitations of earth, physical and legal, they have set-up shop on the moon, on the dark side, in a cavern, at the back. Their new accommodation acquired its name in honour of the brother who first tripped over his own feet (or tube) and stumbled into the hitherto unseen cavern…Moon Base Ralpha.
He then yacked in his helmet. Not a pretty sight.
Scavenged parts, ex NASA, from previous moon expeditions lay in heaps on the cavern’s floor. Included from this lunar trash picking is what they refer to as their cool new car (and they didn’t even have to boost license plates for it), and a sort of tin-foil flag which they use to brighten up the place a bit. From the rest of these bits and pieces, along with the addition of several lengths of copper tubing, a bag of yeast, and grape concentrate of dubious parentage brought from earth, they have constructed a new still, or distillery, excuse me, and have resumed ‘wine’ production.
And now, having completed the new batch, the Brothers Campbell have returned to earth (the new vintage making an excellent rocket fuel) in order to flog, I mean vend, their new wares… accompanied by the parsley who still refuses to yield up his racking tube.
So this is it,
OLE BLACK CRATER
…the closest you’ll ever cosmically come to experiencing a real black hole.
Ralph and Colin Campbell, two men who have spent more than half a century and 768,785.25 kilometers drunk.