One of the charms of driving through Germany, besides travelling at lightspeed, is the bizarness of some of the products you find in their tank shops. This thing just looks massively unappealing:
And this popsicle seems to be meant to pick your nose -or some other orifice- with:
It somehow makes a little sense to call a wine after Little Red Riding Hood -red wine, anyway. "Grandma, what big bottles you have!"