Remember my VERY LAST POST, in which I experienced consumer paralysis and ended up the not-so-proud owner of a litre of French Cross Cab-Merlot? And said don’t do that to yourself?
Well, the next day, my spouse and I hit the LCBO and I said I didn’t need anything, because I had terrible wine at home. She said I should get some decent wine, rather than drink the terrible wine any more out of either a) cheapness or b) stubbornness or c) both. So I said okay. But having resolved myself to finishing the French Cross, I was having trouble feeling inspired, so I decided to at least make sure I tried something local and grabbed Open Cab-Merlot. I thought it would be fun to do another similar varietal, by a winery whose other wines I’ve liked (the Open Riesling-Gewurtz is one of my yummiest summer staples).
Yeah. So. Not really that fun, turns out. This Open stuff is… jammy. I think I finally know what reviewers mean when they say that, and it’s not good. Cloying? Not exactly sweet, just — overly smelly and aftertastey. Blargh. I didn’t even finish a glass of it. Today, a few days later, I thought I might be more in the mood for it — and the only other option is the French Cross, mocking me from the countertop — so I opened it, got a whiff, and closed it right the hell up again. It’s probably going to go straight down the drain.
This makes me sad and confused, because that Riesling-Gewurtz, you guys! I’m sure part of it must be that I still really don’t like Merlot. But it also seemed truly awful as an example of its type. Hence, I type this entry beside a glass of the French Cross, which suddenly doesn’t seem that bad. I’ll take wine-flavoured cheap vodka over that mess any day.