Nose: dirty socks and sweaty locker rooms. Suffocating noxiousness of old moldy bread in the back. Curdled cheese and curdled milk. Yellow corn in the middle.
Palate: light to medium weight and mouthfeel leads into a soggy mess of moldy white breads, canned corn, wet dank dirty murky locker-room laundry. Sweaty socks and sweat. Little to no finish which is I guess one saving grace…maybe.
Final Thoughts: it didn’t take long before the rest of my glass and the rest of the bottle made its way down the kitchen sink drain to join his sewage brethren. Blech.
(an original written work by Kristyn Lier. plagiarism is not tolerated)