Okay, I said before that I'd give it a 4.5 out of 5. How about a 5 out of 5? How about a 6 out of 5?
I said in my post that I didn't like the wine at first. That is true, but it grew on me as I finished the glass. Joy took a couple sips and stopped, either because she did not like the wine, or because of some misplaced fear of anaphylactic shock.
I don't expect her to like this wine though. This is a wine for men. For pioneers like Cyrus Alexander and H.D. Fitch. For people who don't drink wine in bistros but in the desert, gulping it down before killing that evening's meal. People who drink this wine finish the bottle, then turn it over, smack the bottom, and lick the sediment out of their hands. That's the sort of wine we're talking about.
I will admit, though, that 4.5 out of 5 is a little extreme. Let's say 4 out of 5. My judgement was a little skewed. I'd been drinking.
Final score: 4 out of 5 and another victory for team Mike

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