0 out of five stars
When the Barksdale crew are the kingpins of West Baltimore you think,"damn shit couldn't get worse than this". Then Marlo takes the corners and even the informal laws of the street are broken. If all the other other wines yet reviewed are the Barksdales, this is Marlo wine. It's rock-fucking-bottom (or at least I hope so).
I'd say that this bottle was spoiled, but it was a screw top so I guess it's supposed to taste like Lodi table grapes fermented with Bridgestone tires.
7-11 clearly didn't think of the market for this wine which seems to me to be the irony-and-Pabst crowd, rubber fetishists, and the homeless. This cruel son of a bitch doesn't need a label, but should be sold pre-brownbagged with anti-psychotics.
