Nostalgia is something to be avoided especially when what you long for is unworthy—such as a bottle of red wine enrobed in a straw basket. Back in the day when battery acid mixed with alcohol was considered “cultcha”, Chianti in straw baskets was the go-to wine when you only had a few bucks in your pocket. So I couldn’t resist this Chilean Syrah—I had to know if burlap-encased bottles are the new black.
Red berry with green notes indicating lack of ripeness, a little tobacco, subtle earth and vanilla on the nose. It’s pleasant enough but lacks intensity.
Simple berry flavors on the medium-bodied palate, but a blast of mid-palate acidity overwhelms the meager fruit and the experience turns dry and woody with angular tannins retreating quickly. It has the structure to stand up to burgers or pizza but doesn’t sustain interest as a sipper.
It’s never a good idea to buy the bottle. A middling wine but I’ve had worse for $10.