Last night I had another bottle of [link2post id=”1466″]Riesling Grand Cru Rangen 2003 from Zind-Humbrecht[/link2post]. It was bloody awful. So hot and confected it tasted more like child’s sweets than a bottle of fine wine. I hated it with a passion. So much so that the bottle still sits in the fridge with only two glasses gone from it; it’ll go down the sink shortly.