Tasting Notes

Captain’s Log: It’s March 2021. I yearn so desperately to wax poetic on every drop of fermented wondrance that passes through my eternally-chapped lips. Alas, as it turns out, I’m not a liar. This skin-contact pinot grigio didn’t exactly float my boat. For that reason, I’m not naming where it’s from. We’re going to chalk it up to personal preference - not every cup of wine is going to be your cup of tea. But here’s how it went down: the aroma of this Ramato is really quite fresh. You’ve got ruby red heirloom tomatoes crossed with a pack of original Hubba Bubba. After a couple gulps, it became clear just what I was tasting - Home Depot’s lumber department in liquid form, devoid of virtually any sweetness - kind of like a wad of bubblegum with all the flavor chewed out of it, or sucking on a clarinet reed after eating an apple. I have so many questions. Did I get a faulty bottle? Can wine physically taste this way? Whatever happened to Hayden Panetierre? These are answers that I will continue to seek, but in the meantime, if you are into drinking light, crisp, and fruitful grape juice, this one won’t be particularly pleasant for you.