Wine reviews are pretentious. Wine reviews are ambiguous and ill-informed. Wine reviews aren't Corktales.
Would you enjoy a short story about an international assassin and his wine of obsession, or a perhaps one of a sporting celebration complete with wine is more your style?
Bullets whizzed by my head louder than Grand Central Station at rush hour. It was fortunate I was dropped with at least some barrier for protection. I replayed the last sequence, where I knew I had eliminated thirteen enemies with my 9mm. I knew there was at least two on the upper barrier, three within 30 yards on the ground level, and from what I could tell, five more in the office behind the bullet proof glass at the other side of the room.
Why did I have to drink that bottle of La Crema Chardonnay 2007 wine tonight? So what if it's light citrus flavors were accented by hints of red pepper heat. The long and strong finish accented the oak flavors. It definitely lived up to its La Crema cliche, as the flavor of cream shined through. I could almost detect a hint of saffron spice in this wine, but certainly the wine that I drank was not worth slowing down my reflexes. But that was the beauty of this wine, it was a decent glass to have after work, or with some mild cheese.
I had no idea I'd be called into this scuffle. That's the life I chose though, and now I was living up to the responsibilities of it. I wasn't free to drink and review wine whenever I pleased, I needed to stay sharp, alert, and ready to act. Wine has many health benefits and is my ultimate relaxation drug, but it was also a vice that could jeopardize my well-being. The La Crema Chardonnay may well be the last wine I taste.