I may be a bit of a coffee snob, but when it comes to wine I’m not as well versed in the tasting of it as I’d like to be (sorry Marcus). I like to think that I can appreciate an exceptional wine over a mediocre one, but I wouldn’t really be able to tell you why.
I also, occasionally, choose a wine based soley on the label. Hey, I’m an graphic designer by trade, so indulge me on this one. So that’s how I found myself with a bottle of Sledgehammer Zinfandel in my hand at the LCBO today.
And no, it’s not an exceptional bottle of wine, but it’s not bad either. With a name like Sledgehammer I excpected a very rich, very bold flavour. I wanted it to knock me on my ass. Instead everything’s muddled together with a bit of a spicy finish. More like getting hit on the head with a paper towel roll than a Sledgehammer.
But, hey, what do I know, maybe that’s what a Zinfandel is supposed to taste like.