Ordinarily, I wouldn’t consider taking a deep dive into a bottle carrying such mainstream allegiance. Imagine 1500 words on Jim Beam White and demanding its reception be taken with seriousness. I wouldn’t necessarily put this on the same pedestal as Beam White label, but the accessibility stateside propels it to similar heights.
It would be such a waste of space to punch low for superfluous reasons. And is there really anyone amongst us who wants to take a swipe at one of the cinema’s greatest auteurs? The man could make the worst wine in the world and I would still consider him a genius because a) he’s a Detroiter and you don’t fuck with people from Detroit and b) his run of films in the 1970s is nearly unrivaled by any director of the time. The Conversation, Great Gatsby, and Part II of The Godfather all in theaters on the same calendar year? Good lord.
It’s an easy-drinking Malbec that doesn’t announce its presence to the party so much as it slinks in hoping to be unnoticed. A nice blend of pomegranate and black cherry on the nose that carries over to the palate. A little bit of oak influence and chocolate towards the finish and a lingering herbal note.
Not the worst Malbec in the world and one can order this at, let’s say an Olive Garden, and get away with it masking the plastic film of the chicken parm and the overly buttered doughs of barely cooked bread endlessly delivered to the table. It would be the most agreeable part of the dinner.
$20 USD