The cork is nondescript, yet welcoming; the follow attacks your pallet with an erotic sting. And the bouquet—almost earthy without anything soiled. Half oaky on the tip, but slobbering wet on the back. This airy, eerie wine tastes of memory and cost. Oh, were that there was a sirloin at the tip or at least a beef taco supreme! But alas, this gold-worth weight was taken on an empty stomach.
Cheesy Whine
