Every now and again, I buy a bottle for the label. Or in this case, for the bottle. You know you do it too; that irresistible whimsical label, or the one that is funny or beautiful or reminds you of that time… Or something you have never seen before. Like this bottle – a gray ceramic bottle meant to remind one of the concrete tanks the wine is aged in.
The bottle was on sale – very reasonably priced if I remember correctly. Somewhere in the $10-$11 dollar range. In looking online, it appears that this wine usually retails in the $25-$30 range. I brought it home and it has been sitting waiting since December.
Last night Jon was rooting around for an everyday drinking wine and popped this one open. It has a distinct metal cap stuck into a cork, so we had to figure out how to deal with that before uncorking the wine. We smelled the bottle – it was an interesting clay and tropical white wine smell. Not unpleasant, but unusual. We poured. The wine was a deep, buttery yellow. We smelled again – a light butter with the same tropical aroma. Interesting that an unoaked chardonnay smells so buttery.
We tasted. Butter. And funky. No tropical taste here. UGH! I am usually fairly forgiving, but this wine was terrible. Maybe it was corked, but it didn’t really taste flawed. It certainly didn’t taste like an unoaked chardonnay though – there was too much butter and oak. It was… awful. So awful that neither of us drank more than a couple of sips.
Even though this wine was a dud, I still have a nice bottle to save.
Have you ever had a really awful wine?