Ciao Berserkers,
A friend came over for dinner tonight. I cracked a bottle of the 1995 Antinori, Chianti Classico Riserva, “Marchese Antinori” to go with the roast chicken and scalloped potatos. Corked.
I go back down into the cave and bring up the 1996 Serio and Battista Borgogno, Barolo “Cannubi”. Uuggh. Oxidized. No fruit, all acid, gone. WTF? A 96 Cannubi already shot?
Damn, I have not been this pissed about bad bottles in a long, long time. I had to open a Napa Cab of all things (1997 Raymond Reserve, beautiful) to save the evening. This song expresses my feelings well.
