Nieto, Senetiner Malbec 2007, Argentina

The idea here is that we have wines so that we can post about them. Not tonight. I am posting so that I can have some wine.

Its the wine of the title. Lucky you Mr. Mediocre Malbec. You made the title of a backwater wine blog. You could not try less to be a good wine. You are like the dumpy kid behind the counter at a Second Cup today, not really interested in getting me that coffee I ordered 5 minutes ago even though, and I am going to leap out onto a limb here in writing this, I assume you understood that was what would be expected of you when you dropped off your application.

Same for you Mr. Malbec. You have a bottle, a label, a 13.5% abv content, now be a wine! Make me search for flavours, "Oh, oh, there it is, dried bing cherries at a campfire after a big bowl of baked beans..." Make me shed tears. Make me smell you in the glass and drift away as though your aroma were lighter than helium and filled my lungs with flight. Make me want to blend my food and you into a smoothie for the morning, for the love of God!

Nope.

Nothing.

Its red. Its liquid. It will make you forget about it unless you hop immediately onto your blog and write something about it. Which makes you drink it. Who does that? Lame Malbec haters, that's who.

Ahhhh, the circles of life are many and compelling. Really.