Tonight we sit here drinking purple wine!

Her violet eyes reflected light, like purple wine.

There was still a half-inch of deep purple wine in the bottom of it.

Strong, homemade purple wine sloshed into the wooden cups.

In her hand, crimson purple wine in a glass.

Locke stared at him for a long time, sitting on the bed with a chipped glass half-full of purple wine in his hands.

She liked the way the purple wine tasted, savored its fire as it went down.

It gives dark purple wines, which are fruitier, lighter and less concentrated than those of Gamaret.

He spilled sticky purple wine on his leg, but never noticed.

The dark purple wine shimmered with ruby highlights when Celestina raised her glass.