What a huge disappointment. A big pointer with the Robert Parker crowd (92 points to be exact) this is exactly the sort of wine that critics say the Robert Parker crowd loves and which lead to copycat wines which leads to a world full of monotonous Robert Parker 92 point wines. From the get go, has all the predictability and dusty mechanical boredom of a bus and truck production of A Chorus Line in its second decade. Fruit? Check. Pepper? Check. Oak? Check and check and check. Over 14 per cent alcohol? Do you need to even effing ask? It’s the Wine Advocate agenda. Sweet? Jesus, this could be Aunt Jemima syrup.
All we could think of was Charlie Chaplin getting sucked into a factory cog in Modern Times. Sucked into the monstrous system. Every single vineyard that nods to this pointster coup by imitating the Ninin is doing the wine world a disservice. We tend to love Spain, but love has its limits. This drinks really well, no, it drinks really easy, but it will linger in your memory like that episode of The Brady Bunch where Greg gets stuck in the butcher’s fridge. Could you care any less?
I am, of course, in the minority. The masses lap this up. Go online and see the myriad likes, loves and lauds. So shoot me.
Price: A remarkably affordable $23.95 at the LLBO in Toronto.
Market Liquidity: Great old editorial cartoon: Dog sniffing a fire hydrant. Caption: Been there, done that.