Here Stands the Iron Maiden

If you make her unhappy, or at least her keeper unhappy, you are beaten, poked, prodded, and locked inside while held standing up by four inch nails that are driven into your body from the outside. She provides little air, and gives no quarter. She is cold, unyielding, and unmovable. Some consider her rigid and uptight. She carries an impressive lineage, with some ancestors dating back to the 11th-12th century Europe. She stands boldly, arrogantly -- solitary in the dark dungeon of Castello di Amorosa, deep in the vineyards of Napa Valley.