At a recent family reunion, brother Mike challenged me to a blind tasting. He bet I couldn't pick out the Charles Shaw (aka $2 or $3 or $4 Chuck) in the bunch. The set-up was ultra-casual, wine poured into plastic cups, after much wine had already been consumed. (I plead palate fatigue!)
I'm not exactly making excuses, just saying I should have gone with my gut instinct. Sniffed them all first and Chas was putting out some strong fumes, but I was pulled off track by another cheapie from Trader Joe's, an Italian that was mighty grape-y, too.
So, yes, I was showed up. Are you happy little bro? Yes, I learned my lesson: Do not make bets after imbibbing. Guess that wouldn't apply in Vegas, would it?
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