January 9, 2010 Devastation. Gawd. I can barely drink this St. Emilion.
I never met a St. Emilion that I didn’t love. Until now.
I mean I feel like there is a cold, wet, butted-out cigarette in my mouth.
It’s like “Jacques Blanc” is trying to go all California on me. I mean, really. Is your name really Jacques? Now it just seems like a joke. Oh. And “mis en bouteille au chateau”? I doubt it.
Where’s the terroir? Why the hell does it taste like a cigarette butt?
Maybe it’s just my foul mood. But I don’t think so.
Chateau Jacques Blanc
Saint-Emilion Grand Cru
2006
Merlot
Cabernet Franc
Trader Joe’s in Bayshore
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