Slovenian Weedkiller

One of my favorite wine stores has a bargain section that the staff introduced me to on my latest visit. I always got so hung up lolling around in the Pinot Noirs that I never perused the dark stacked-up shelving at the back of the store. That's where they stockpile the "3 for $25" bottles. I began my visit upset because I couldn't find "Stray Dog" Pinot Noir, a really nice pick that my husband found for me earlier this summer. I asked the staff about it and was told they had lost the distributor for it. (aka: "It's DEAD, and you'll never get to drink it again.")  Sensing my sadness, the staff suggested I could look through the bargain bottles since Stray Dog had gone for such a reasonable price. I wasn't terribly enthused as I looked around, but then recognized a really nice Sauvingon Blanc that I had drank at a party. I chose that one, and figured I would pick two reds to round out my $25 and could have blog fodder, if nothing else.

I have been searching the past few days for just the right word to describe the Slovenian Pinot Noir I tried. Then, I found it tonight while reading reviews: WEEDKILLLER. The Pinot Noir made by Avia is just dreadful. It's not at the very bottom, as I have yet to drink anything worse than the body odor wine mentioned in an earlier post. But, it's just one rung above. It tasted suspect on the first sip. I remember thinking, "Funny...Pinot Noir shouldn't taste carbonated." And, truly, it wasn't like drinking a soda, and it wasn't bubbly, but there was something day-old-Coke about it. The wine store staff tried to sell me on it by claiming Slovenia was located *just* so very near some famous wine regions, and that somehow that vine cred hopped the border and brought something lovely to this wine. The lovely wasn't there. I couldn't finish the bottle, and was glad the cheap price tag allowed me to end the experiment early and toss it down the sink.