Casa Del Coppiere Bardolino
Wine should be friendly. It should try to get to know you. It should want to be inside of you (yes, let us mark the birth of Vinoporn). It can even, sometimes, play hard to get.
But this wine didn’t even attempt to get to know me. It wasn’t bad sex per se; it was worse—ambivalent. It was as if I were going through all the proper motions while my partner was channel hopping between the BBC World Service and Antiques Roadshow. Not really my thing.
The wine: bland, thin, well-balanced to the point of boredom, (none of the apples I’d been promised in a Bardolino), disinterested.
1.99 2 @Kaufland