It’s Halloween, so I pulled one of these off the shelf (the one on the left). I peeled the foil and discovered it was a screw cap, not a cork. Opened it anyway. It’s bad, but what the hell, I drink bad red wine all the time.
Then I got to the bottom of the bottle and gagged on the “solids” there. I don’t know what the hell it was, but it was grit and chunks and whoa did I come close to chunking right into my sink.
Thank you, R Wines of Eastwood, Australia and importer The Grateful Palate of Oxnard, California, for bringing some real horror to my Halloween. The slogan on your bottle (“It’s Just Wrong”) was accurate on more levels that I would ever have expected.