Smashes through the door and stumbles head over face. Smells frighteningly sterile. Full frontal booze, this wine tastes more like a smoky cocktail than a post-dinner treat. Burns sharp – a Robitussin wave with clashes of cherry and matchsticks. Pure cough syrup, both in texture and taste. It’s another glooper.
I have to take tiny sips. At a whopping 19.5% alc./vol., it’s an intimidating concoction… not for the faint of heart. Perfect for a Halloween challenge. I expect it will get you righteously wasted. Appropriately spooky, best consumed after sundown.