This month’s wine club tasted wierd and wacky wines. All of those bottles should have come with a Mr. Yuck sticker on them. This is what we drank, and I use that term loosely, because I’ve haven’t dumped so much wine since August of 2005 during chardonnay night.
Choya Umeshu Plum Wine. Have you smelled varnish lately? You’d better make sure it’s not plum wine because that is what was wafting out my glass. It tasted, in a word, nasty. A few of the ladies each tried (as in ate them) one of the six marinated plums that were floating in the wine bottle. I imagine that could only be compared to eating the worm from the bottle of tequila.
Mekedonikow Tsantali, a Greek rose. Oh. My. Gosh. BLECH! Try it, if you dare.
Donausonne Blaufrankisch, a 2006 Hungarian red. This was my wine, and after drinking the above two it tasted like a dream! A bad dream …… I had hoped that Blaufrankisch would somehow taste like a 2001 California Cabernet Sauvignon. It did not.
Goats do Roam, a 2005 red from South Africa. I have no clue what grape this wine was, they should put it on the label so that I know not to buy that variety again.
The best wine of the night was Oroya 2006, a Sushi inspired white wine from Spain. It was 60% airen, 30% macabeo, and 10% muscat. It was the first wine of the night, I didn’t take a big pour because I was saving myself for the rest of the night. My first mistake: in the future I will drink up!
(Cross posted @ Thoughts Outside My Head)
