it was ashamed of its contact with oak, its time in a barrel. It’s not bad, I thought, and not even “off”. Just, I don’t know, I don’t understand it. I keep sipping and the wine itself seems confused, not knowing which direction it wants to go. So then, precipitously, I have no idea where I’m going. Do I like it or do I not? Do I have to decide now? Why do I have to have a decision at all? It’s wine. Can’t I just have the experience and move on?
The Cabernet shows its oak suggestion but oddly, like
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