We've all done it before. You're sitting there, pen in hand, pad in front of you, open bottle of wine in your other hand.
You're doodling, swigging wine, jotting down ideas, trying to come up with a name for your new Chardonnay. You scribble another name, "Winemazing," and toss the rest of the bottle down your gullet.
Cut to 3 bottles of wine later and you're a sobbing mess on the floor, surrounded by crumpled paper. The word "Chardonmazing" can barely be made out on one scribbled out scrap.