I didn't mean to frighten you with this thing. Robert would never forgive me for upsetting you in any way. No, I insist. As Sarah tilted her head back a small dribble of red liquid crept from the corner of her mouth and slowly slid down on to her chin before falling on to the pristine white dress where it spread like a wound across her breast. Emma watched, mesmerised by the growing circle of darkening red, reminding her of the stain that had penetrated that hideous spear.
Some people find it a little heavy, almost treacly.
But I prefer to call it full-bodied. The only trouble is it does seem to stain everything it touches. Rather like the stuff this African tribe used for decorating their bodies. They believed that if they painted themselves with a mixture of clay and blood from their enemies, they'd be forever rid of the evil spirits of their victims.