I've often heard that wine is an art form, capable of evoking nostalgia with a swirl in the glass. However, this recent engagement left me questioning the mastery behind its craft.

I was excited, anticipating a burst of flavors to transpose me into a distant time and place. Instead, I found myself shuffling through unimpressive notes, a melody without harmony.

It felt as though the layers were masked by a lack of ambition, leaving less of a sense of discovery and more of a monotone experience.