Bolla 2010 Chianti was a surprise, from Dylan. It was his kindhearted attempt to bring me a new wine(yes, it was on sale, that always helps!) to enjoy and blog about. I have had Bolla before, and I don’t think my first experience was an altogether pleasant one. I don’t think it was unpleasant either; I was just indifferent. It’s the same with me and Gallo wines- no matter how many I try, I’m just not wanting to buy. It’s like Boone’s Farm, except Bolla is a more pungent wine. By pungent, I don’t mean the smell of mutton in the rain, or pot roast simmering in the countryside, I mean wine that would do a great job removing the paint off of someone’s car. It’s just very bitter. Even for the bitter(moi), too much bitter and not enough better.
I uncorked the sucker and let it breathe for a good two hours. When I smelled it, it smelled like disinfectant. That should have been my first clue. However, one does not judge by how one smells(unless you’re working with a stinkbeast in close proximity, then that credo gets tossed out the window like GaGa in church)- it’s in the taste. Well, I detect the taste of what I believe would be violets or some heady flower that’s been sitting out in that sun too long(this wine does NOT need a holiday in the sun). I also taste some sort of fruit- possibly blackberries, but left out too long. In this case, melded together and bottled. I paired it with my Amy’s Gluten Free Black Beans and Enchilada bowl, and oh boy, it did work with that dish. However, that may be where it ends. I had to eat a whole sleeve of gluten-free crackers to get the rancid taste out of my mouth. A whole sleeve. Have you ever had gluten-free products? If they’re bread based, they’re very- how shall I say this?- cement-like! The crackers were like unsalted cement, but at least they killed the taste of this wine.
If you’re looking to give a high schooler wanting to drink cheap wine and play video games, and they’re not old enough, this is the wine. If you want to see a flannel-wearing Neanderthalic Saxon fan drink a whole bottle and pass out in a wheelbarrow in the middle of cornfield country, this is the wine. This is the kind of wine I’m glad I didn’t drink in high school- although if I had, I likely would not drink at all now. It’s just not good. I do give it one star, however, for pairing so well with the tortilla bowl. I didn’t expect that. I’m glad I had my delicious dish to balance out the paint remover I was chugging.
Avoid, kids, avoid.