I present to you, ladies and gentleman, a tasting note born of desperation in the heart of dry January.
My wife and I were walking down a supermarket aisle on the way to the check-out when this caught our eye. I flinched momentarily at the $25 price tag, but the label held out a glimmer of hope that it could perhaps be the answer to my prayers for a palatable substitute for red wine. I mean, it even mentions the grape varieties, farmed in Saint-Chinian! After all, a few non-alcoholic beers have managed to become quite convincing substitutes of the real thing, so could not wine…?
On the nose, not off to a great start. Grapey, not fresh grapes but pruney and a little cooked, and a little bit of tobacco. I’m not talking cigar box. I mean printer paper and cheap tobacco, like unlit Camel Lights.
It makes an equally uninspiring entry on the palate. Definitely residual sugar (label confirms 4g/100ml, or 40g/l) - this is off-dry even though the website claims it’s a dry red wine. It tastes less like wine from which alcohol was eliminated than it does like prune juice from which 2/3 of the sugar had been removed. I can faintly make out the outline of some tannins that are bitter and gritty like black tea that’s been steeped too long, and its saving grace is that there isn’t a lot of it. There’s a short tobacco and black tea finish. Consumed together with a ribeye steak to test whether it can indeed perform in place of a red wine, I find it doesn’t have the sort of body or acidity to achieve any meaningful synergy with the meat.
With air time, the tobacco smell fades a bit and it’s predominantly just prune now.
“Well, just think of it as grape juice,” my wife said, trying to console me. The thing is, it isn’t even good grape juice. Welch’s is better at being grape juice for 1/10 of the price. Maybe there is decent NA wine somewhere but this ain’t it. I’m a tiny bit curious what the underlying de-alcoholized wine tasted like before the addition of grape must concentrate as indicated on the label which may have taken it too much in the juice direction. But not dying to know.