I would sing a song, mixing parts of this wine's name. But look at the label. Look at this face. Something awful has been done, and now this man smiles like a molester. Charming notes of blood, red fruits and fresh leather, but it's shy on the nose. And then the taste. Aye, it has some strain, but it lacks balance. Powerful tannin that makes me cringe. I look at the label, and now I understand this smile. Nope. To the jail, off with you.