Train: Save Me San Francisco Wine Co., San Francisco, CA, 2011, Drops of Jupiter Red, ($12)
Will: I’m not up on the band or the song that this is named after, but I got to be honest—I’m smelling a lot of sulfur on the nose, which is one of my pet peeves in wine—it smells like burnt hair lye, but it tastes better than it smells. It has a taste of caramel.
Sadat: Oh shit! Jupiter? That’s some crazy shit for a name. When I think of drops of Jupiter, I hope they got no dude on the front of this bottle.
Where You Should Drink This
Sadat: It’s probably gonna sound like some strange shit, but I can see myself on the Fourth of July with the joints going off. I don’t know. I don’t really like this one.
Will: Two bottles of this, and it might let you down. It will let you down.
Sadat: I’d give this an eight or a nine. This might defeat the purpose if you’re drinking this with your lady. You both might fall asleep drinking this and then you wake up the next morning with that bottle on the floor like, “damn, yo!”