Burgundy stretches across such a range of hues .:. it starts with a deep and dark red, and moves towards the purples and the eggplants. It is rich and warm and luscious and can be irridescent and so full of flavour, and the rich, heady scent of fall and early winter.
Burgundy makes me think of rich velvets, brocades, early sunsets and deep shadowy light in the woods where the leaves have changed to flaming reds. Burgundy is a mulled wine on a cold evening; a fully burned fire in the grate, just before bedtime; it is the scent of apples turning; and the smell of beets roasting.
Burgundy is warmth and richness, heavy, woody herbs and your favourite book read under a soft silk and alpaca blanket. Burgundy is comfort.