I had a bottle that was, well, I don’t know.
I’m not sure if there was a fault or I was the fault, my tastes that is. It was an Italian red from the latest discovery case. On the nose it had more honey than Winnie the Pooh’s paws. I don’t like honey. Even my better half, who’d drink vinegar if the mood took, was dead set against it.
I completed the online form - choosing the didn’t like it option in case there was nothing wrong with it, and the credit has hit my account in less than the working day advised. Knowing there is that safety net from the very rare drain pour gives me even more confidence when buying wine from the Society.