Like I’ve mentioned before, wine is often used to celebrate occasions. Tonight, I opened a bottle of bubbly to celebrate divorce proceedings. Not mine, mind you. It was a little odd, celebrating the end of a marriage and the compromise of living expenses, childcare costs and who got what piece of furniture. But we celebrated nonetheless. It’s mostly a relief that the battle is over and she can move on with her life with some bit of certainty and a little padding to get set up in a new place.
Now on to the wine. I believe I was given this wine as a gift for my birthday last month. Honestly, I can’t remember who gave it to me and I hope they don’t read this blog. Why? Because it was awful. Think of really old apple juice with some weak rubbing alcohol added. It smelled of rusty metal cans after a warm summer rain. The after taste was that of sucking on the ends of batteries or dirty pennies. Yeah, not good.
I’m hoping it was just a bad bottle. To credit the winery, they do make good wines. This one, however, is swill. Harsh, I know, but I’d guzzle a gallon of warm Reunite before even tasting this stuff again. But hey, the bottle was cool. It’s the thought that counts, right?