Friday, January 8, 2010

Devastation. Gawd. I can barely drink this St. Emilion.

I never met a St. Emilion that I didn't love. Until now.

I mean I feel like there is a cold, wet, butted-out cigarette in my mouth.

It's like "Jacques Blanc" is trying to go all California on me. I mean, really. Is your name really Jacques? Now it just seems like a joke. Oh. And "mis en bouteille au chateau"? I doubt it.

Where's the terroir? Where's my love? Why the hell does it taste like a cigarette butt?

Maybe it's just my foul mood. But I don't think so.

Gosh, I'm dramatic.

Chateau Jacques Blanc
Saint-Emilion Grand Cru
2006
Merlot
Cabernet Franc

Trader Joe's in Bayshore