I know it is a bad idea to buy a wine for its label. But with a label
that could have been drawn by my hero Aubrey Beardsley himself, did I really have a choice?
At $6.99, the price was not boding well for me, but I boldly stuck it in my Trader Joe's shopping cart, along with a wild mushroom and truffle flatbread, for dinner.
Upon arrival at home, I put the flatbread in the toaster oven and opened the wine. I have to say, it turned out to be a very, very decent table wine indeed. Kinda strong, but I like that sort of thing. Not too fancy, or balanced, or refined, or any of those things that you have to pay real money for, with a fairly light--dare I say watery?--finish, but hey, it's still quite drinkable.
All in all, a perfect wine to wash down some tasty dinner with, and finish the bottle on the couch watching Top Gear. Because I can't stand Clarkson sober, and the Stig looks even sexier with elevated BAC.