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Country: Chile
Thoughts: In keeping with the theme of new regions, we welcome our first Chilean wine to the blog. But a discussion broke out over just what the nose represented. Opinions ranged from crab apples to grapefruit to cat piss (I'll admit my view was the latter). I guess I lost out, however, since it tasted like grapefruit (though I'll happily admit to not knowing what cat piss tastes like). As usual, it was quite crisp, but I was struck by the fact that I kept reaching for the glass. Sometimes it's a chore to do so, but this was strangely addicting. I found myself a little sad when it was gone.
Do-over? Sure
Final Grade: B+
Thoughts: In keeping with the theme of new regions, we welcome our first Chilean wine to the blog. But a discussion broke out over just what the nose represented. Opinions ranged from crab apples to grapefruit to cat piss (I'll admit my view was the latter). I guess I lost out, however, since it tasted like grapefruit (though I'll happily admit to not knowing what cat piss tastes like). As usual, it was quite crisp, but I was struck by the fact that I kept reaching for the glass. Sometimes it's a chore to do so, but this was strangely addicting. I found myself a little sad when it was gone.
Do-over? Sure
Final Grade: B+
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