Jam Jar

Over the holidays - between our party and hosting relatives - we somehow ended up with this "Jam Jar" in our quiver of wine bottles. It is Tuesday night. I'm playing late night tennis and sticking with water. Mrs. Vino asks that I open a bottle. I scan the bottles and think, "Why not?" The label clearly says, "Sweet Shiraz". I'm thinking, "Well all wine has some sweetness." Mrs. Vino can't get past the smell. I taste. Cough syrup. I can't get the taste out of my mouth, which I suppose means it has length - but not good length. I consider brushing my teeth. I pour the liquid from this wine bottle down the drain and it is now been safely stored for proper aging in my $20k leaching field in front of my house - where only the grubs can drink it. If this last sentence puts a bad taste in your mouth, well then you know what this wine tasted like.