#1

Of the 6 for $60, three
will be “challenging”.

A buttery, oaky Chard,
a Cab, and
this fire breathing Rhone.

I can feel the alcohol
in my nostrils as I exhale.

Somebody needs to invent
a swizzle stick for wine
that absorbs alcohol.

Moving on…

The wine is cloudy.

The flavor is “confusing”.

One could say “complex”
but that would imply
something desirable.

I don’t know about
this one.

It DOES have a distinct
flavor, I’m just not
wired into it yet.

Late 50s medicine chest???

I’m not having any
difficulty drinking it.

It’s just so AWFUL.

I can’t believe it.

Give me another sip.

Surely the winemaker is
doing time in a French
prison for releasing this
to the public.

And SOMEBODY let this
stuff sit around in a
warehouse for five years
or so.

OTWN: What were you thinking
when you let this wine be
produced?
St. Peter: We wanted to
find kind souls who would
sop it up so that others
would not have to endure
the torture of drinking it.
OTWN: Step aside, and hand
me that crystal PN glass.

Drinking delicious wine is
a journey.

So if you don’t mind pretending,
you can come along.

Day Two…

I decided to put this
wine up against the
frozen lasagna to see
if I could tame it a bit.

(I heated it up.)

((The lasagna.))

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

This is much better.

I’m actually ENJOYING
the wine today.

What is the wine LIKE?

I don’t have a clue.

It’s like southern France,
only a little more “eastern”
than I’m used to.

I imagine that this is
one of the more “intriguing”
blends from the Rhone.

A detective novel is not
interesting unless it includes
all the usual suspects.

Which grape is guilty of
making a dragon out of
this wine?

I don’t know.

Syrah is guilty until proven
innocent.

im Schlafe merkst du nicht…

Sweet dreams.

Definition…

Cloudiness: euphemism for
the crud you will find at
the bottom of the bottle.

Hand me that sling blade
so we can divide up the
last pour.

Hang in there.