Tepid. Timid. Tremulous. Not much substance. Some apples, some pears, maybe a little grapefruit, but who cares, really. It all adds up to a flatulent mish-mash confusion. A couple moments of promise. Definitely starts with all possible advantages then squanders them on having no sense of itself. The sort of bottle that may or may not be corked. Wooden, monotone, uninspired. Syrupy sweet. Burned sugar. Rotten tropical fruit. The best thing that can be said is that it knows when to quit.
Varietal: Carbononton, but you’d never know it
Food Pairing: Happy Meal
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