Xavier and I went to dinner at the Macaroni Grill and we each ordered a $12 glass of Black Ink California Red Wine. The menu described it as tasting like licorice and caramel. I guess you could say that but I doubt I would’ve come up with it on my own.
We really liked it though so the next day we went out and spent $12.99 on a bottle of our very own.
Did I mention that we paid $12 a glass at the restaurant?
This is my argument for drinking at home.
Xavier opened the bottle that night so I didn’t notice until just now that the cork has an octopus on it.
The octopus is the most intelligent of the invertebrate creatures and pretty much the most awesome thing that lives in the ocean.
As for the wine, it is nicely balanced; oak and dark fruit.
The label describes it as mysterious and that is the best adjective of all.
This wine is very good and all too easy to keep drinking while trying to conjure descriptive words to describe it’s awesome flavor.
We managed not to kill the whole bottle in one night and by that I mean there might be half a glass left.
I got dibs.
Trust The Devil You Know 
Why can’t a wine description ever state the obvious? “It tastes like wine!” Every descriptive word I ever read has nothing to do with wine. Yet your review makes it sound worth finding. Thanks!
Thanks Emilio! That’s why I generally avoid the usual suspects when it comes the vernacular of wine culture. Aside from the fact that I don’t know what any of them mean anyway, it’s all just pretentious ways of saying “it tastes like funky grape juice.” 🙂