Well I have returned from New York to the friendly confines of Hillsdale Road in Medford and it's time for your weekly wine review. Usually I enjoy sitting back on a Thursday night, the bulk of my week's work at an end, and enjoy a fine glass of wine. Tonight however will be dominated by basketball and beer, so we're turning back the clock to Tuesday night when Luke, Jill, Megan and I watched American Idol at Luke's Upper East Side apartment with a few bottles of wine purchased around the corner. We decided not to keep Luke's usual tradition of wine drinking, and not break the bottle open on the street and drink with the hobos. Instead, we gathered around the old plasma screen with a bottle of NZ Pinot and watch Sanjaya caterwaul and make little girls cry, while we all sat gnashing our teeth in disbelief. Anyway, on to the review:
This wine was disappointing, as I'd heard a lot recently about Pinot gaining strength down under. Instead, we were met with a limp, flavorless offering with very few redeeming qualities. The nose was light and airy with barely a hint of berry flavors. The palate tastes were flat and disjointed with overbearing sensations of terroir. The finish was nearly non-existent and did not add anything the character of the wine.
Overall: 82, Purchased at Vintage Grape, 2nd Avenue at 84th Street, New York City, $15
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