This wine looked innocuous (look it up) and smelled promising, nice and floral. “Smells like a funeral,” the Grapedonk said, not unhappily. Then, on tasting, two seconds later: “AAAAAHHHH! What is that? It’s like an exploding cigar!”
In short, a sweet wine that’s completely ruined by the finish. “It’s like licking the turquoise crustified residue on a public urinal,” Grapedonk concluded. “Take pineapple juice, add a lemon, and put a couple glugs of acetone in it—it’s kinda like that.”
We paid $5.99 for this wine. Buy it now at FineWineHouse.com.
October 26th, 2006 at 11:03 pm
I thought I was the only one to use the calcified back pluming of a urinal in my wine descriptions. Thank you, I have hope and don’t feel so alone.