I know that it is generally a good thing when a wine has lots of “personality” and is “distinctive,” but (as every day on the wine boards shows) not all personalities are pleasant, and Joe Stalin was “distinctive.”
This was a “distinctive” wine of “personality.” I don’t remember tasting anything like it. After only one experience with it, I could pick it blind in any tasting. It was awful. Imagine a half-eaten TV dinner left under the couch for a week, pureed and poured in your Reidel stems. The best thing one could say (if one could control the urge to gag) is "it certainly is “different.”
A garagiste special, and not a winner.