I never blame you. Those who have such facility with language and with the imagery of words that they can make the very idea of a deck (or a book or a song or a wallet or any other thing) come alive for me, get an automatic free pass from post-enabling blame.
To paraphrase Eliza Doolittle's father, I'm waitin'-ta be enabled; I'm wantin'-ta. Those who rise, beautifully, to the challenge, shall never suffer for kindling that want in me.
In fact, the best quality enabling can not only turn me sweet on something that I otherwise wouldn't have given a second thought to; it can also keep me sweet on it, even long after I've experienced the thing for myself and found it otherwise lacking. Such is the power of words, wielded well. To those who are receptive to them, anyway.