I place two of the three Nate Creek ads in a dead-heat tie for best wine commercial of the past dozen years. As she finally gets the door open her eyes spy a pair of naked, obviously male feet with wiggling toes. As she looks up she gets an amused look on her face, finally breaking completely up and dropping everything in her arms to the floor. The scene is a messy bedroom on what might be a Sunday morning. The comforter and pillows are in disarray and a newspaper is scattered about.
French doors are open to what appears to be a terrace or balcony.
The family dog, a large nondescript breed, enters looking for his people, sniffing here, sniffing there, finally giving up and leaving. As the dog exits, the lid on a large cedar chest at the foot of the bed raises to reveal a woman wrapped in a sheet who sets an empty wine glass on the bedroom floor. A pair of obviously male arms reach up for her as she laughs, responds and then disappears once again as the lid lowers. Plan to be spontaneous. They stand and he lifts her into his arms and you see they are outside, on a patio.