Community Tasting Note
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StefanAkiko Does not like this wine: 70 points
March 29, 2024 - Här har vi ett vin som jag nog hoppades mer på än vad det ville leverera. Ingen qwevri, men fortfarande ett vin från en stor tillverkare. Borde väl kunna leverera lite spänning?
Första glaset: trist fruktdrivet vin helt utan personlighet, komplexitet eller längd. Balanserat på sitt josiga vis. Ej intellektuellt stimulerande. Gott!
Andra glaset (3 tim senare): Doftar av rått kött, slakteri, gamla tarmar och levergryta. WTF??? Det här är en stor omsvängning! Från mittfåra till niche?!? Från lättdrucket till perverst med liten luftning över några timmar. Tanninerna svängde också - från mjuka till grova... Tanninerna smakar faktiskt lever... Inte min kopp te, varken före eller efter...
Förfärligt!
Hade satt upp detta som mitt kvalitetsvin från årets vinland nummer 21, men det kvalificerar inte. Så, jag står och stampar på 20 vinländer av målsättnignens 52... Skall skynda mig ploppa en riktigt bra Georgier efter nästa veckas vistelse i Venedig.
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Ah, here we find ourselves venturing into the depths of the Georgian wine landscape, expectations high, only to be met with a vintage that redefines the very concept of disappointment. A wine that, in its lack of qvevri tradition, still held promise from a notable producer. One might have anticipated a spark of excitement, a dash of intrigue, but alas, what was served fell catastrophically short of such hopes.
The initial encounter: a drearily fruit-driven concoction, utterly devoid of character, complexity, or length. It achieves a sort of balance, if one generously describes an insipid, juice-like equilibrium as such. Not intellectually stimulating in the slightest, yet, curiously, not entirely unpalatable.
The situation deteriorates dramatically with the second glass, some three hours later. The bouquet has morphed into a ghastly array of scents reminiscent of raw meat, a butchery, aged entrails, and liver stew. What sorcery is this? A jarring transformation from the mundane to the bizarrely niche, from easily quaffable to disturbingly perverse, with just a bit of aeration over a few hours. The tannins, too, have turned—a shift from soft to coarsely abrasive... tasting, quite frankly, of liver. Not at all my cup of tea, either before or after this bewildering metamorphosis.
Dreadful, indeed!
This was to be my quality pick from this year's 21st wine-producing country, but it fails to qualify on any level. Thus, I find myself frustratingly stalled at 20 countries in my ambitious goal to explore 52... I shall hasten to uncork a truly exemplary Georgian wine after next week's sojourn in Venice, in hopes of erasing this unfortunate experience from my palate and memory.50 views