2006 Francois Bour Cotes Du Rhone

On account of bastardos helping themselves to my tools in the garage, I'm being forced to replace them... This gets expensive. Where does this pertain to wine, you ask? Well, economic hardships forced me to drink on the cheaps last night. I found this and a few others at a nearby gas station. The local Shell, believe it or not, stocks Stags Leap, Clos Du Val, and many other respectable wines....

This was not one of them.

I have always relied on fuel stations for their gasoline, but I never imagined I would pay two bucks to bring a bottle home and drink it. Wow! I'll use quotes from Anchorman to rate this.

Eye- Looks like the contents of a dirty diaper filled with indian food.

Nose- Pungent... stings the nostrels. I'm not going to lie to you, it smells like pure gasoline!

Taste- The inside of a prosthetic leg

Finish- it's a deep burn... it burns deep!

I've never been in prison, but the jail wine made of spit, yeast and fruit cups will please the palate more than this. Note to self- never sacrifice good wine for the sake of a few bucks. Stick to buying hot dogs, soft drinks and fuel at Shell stations.

-7/10