People who claim to know about these things insist my friend Rune Kristian makes good wine. I call bullshit. Lies, statistics, and bullshit.
My reaction to this wine goes approximately as follows:
Oh dear god I have accidentally ingested something that’s gone horribly bad and I need to get it outside of me this very instant or it will make me incredibly sick and I will probably die
… at which point I spit the mouthful of the foul stuff into the sink as this was the only way to stop me from vomiting there and then.
This sets the benchmark of utter horrificness for future drink tasting.