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as some of you may be aware, i'm a bit of an amateur wine enthusiast. while i couldn't tell you from an objective standpoint what makes a good wine, i'm more than happy to wax poetic about what i like and what i would go back for.

having successfully installed brand new, funky-looking, funkier-sounding speakers on my computer, i'm relaxing with a particularly nice bottle and felt the need to share. (not the bottle, which i unfortunately can't share over the internet, but the information.)

today's selection is from l.a. cetto. i'm not one of these people who knows how to properly describe the bouquet of wine (although i understand why some people use the term "cat pee" to describe the scent of sauvignon blanc). i'd describe this one as being more fruity, a bit sweeter than most red wines. picture unsweetened raspberry jam with alcohol, but in a good way.

this wine is surprising for a few reasons:

1. it's from mexico, an area known for kick-ass food and lighter-than-light beer, but not for wine.

2. it's a petite sirah, which is known mostly as a blending grape. it's rarely used on its own.

3. it set me back $10 canadian.

a little word of warning: i'm given to understand that this particular type of grape normally has than exquisite flavour of syphoning gasoline with your mouth, unless you leave it for a while. this bottle had been in my cellar (also known as my bedroom closet) for about three years.

cheers!

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