I bought this on a whim - it was inexpensive, it had an interesting name, and it was a Syrah mixed with Grenache. The Boyfriend was outside in the car, it was a cold winter night, and I felt a bit rushed.
Upon returning home, it sat for a night (surprise, I can do it!), but I opened it after the successful completion of an exam.
As I watched the wine pour (glug?) into the stemless glass I enjoy on Casual Wine Night (which is any night I don't have guests over), I felt a smidge of alarm. Should I still be able to see the bottom of the glass after a nice five ounces?
Still, some wines are lighter than others, so let's not get ahead of ourselves. We talk about ourselves in the plural sometimes.
Alas, upon first taste (because I didn't take much time to sniff it), the taste was... thin. For anything involving the word syrah, I had expected deeper, more interesting tones. This was the flavour equivalent of Shakespeare reading bad fanfic.
You may note that I'm writing this on a Friday night, when the bottle was opened on a Thursday. Some wines do okay after being open a night. Some do well, or on rare occasion, even please me more. This is not that wine. It's still bad fanfic.
Now that I think about it, the caricatures on the front have a faintly sinister appearance. "Try this wine. It's right up your alley. This dark, unassuming alley," at which point something leaps out of the dark, clubs you over the head with an empty wine bottle, and takes all the money you think you saved by buying a less expensive wine.
This is that wine. Just don't.
Rated? 1.5 out of 5 - half a point for inexpensiveness, one point for alcohol content.
(Author's note: I'd describe the wine itself, but I've already had too much of it. The latest attempt to describe its taste resembled the word 'Benadryl', so I'll give the poor Wine Makers of Gotham a break and stop there)
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