Here we have a fine (read: shitty) box (read: bag) of Franciscan burgundy, boxed (read: bagged) for Peller in San Fran; for Abbey in Truro, N.S., Winona, On., Kelowna, B.C., and de-boxed by Jesse Wilson and friends. Now I paraphrase for temporary substitute first time wine reviewing journalist and regular life-long dungeon master and super-hero animator Mr. Jesse Wilson (pictured next to me with a lovely [read: gross] fountain of said wine flowing down his non-professional yet experienced gullet).
Not all bad. Not overly bitter, nor sweet--which is good, but not quite as good as others. Metallic. Overall pretty good, mind you I'm hungry, it's late and I've been on a wine hiatus. (Here I offered jesse some brie for palate-ball. -ed.) Excellent! Life is good. Takes the edge off. (Then Jesse explained the drinking technique we see in the photo.) I like to drink it from a stream, after all Willy Wonka says chocolate tastes better when mixed by waterfall. Let it fill your mouth all the way before swallowing, I call it the "wine-stein". (HA HA! Now I offered sharp cheddar. -ed.) This cheese makes it brazen and crass.
There you have it. No rating. Not recommended, not discouraged. Somehow entirely enjoyed.
-J. Floorburn
P.S. Sorry for the recent narcissistic run of self-portraits.
Nighty night.
