The wine equivalent of those bad movies that nevertheless pepper their posters with one-word, breathless proclamations from fake reviewers, the label of Mixtus includes descriptive words reflecting everything this wine is NOT: jammy! aromatic! expressive! Apparently, like the nutjob Japanese guy who said you can improve water by writing happy words on the bottle, the winemakers here hoped the words would seep through paper and glass and somehow infuse the wine itself. Surprising no one, this didn’t happen. This wine had so little nose I thought I had caught a cold and my sense of smell had fallen off (I didn’t.) It’s not a bad table wine if your palate isn’t particular, but it just lacks any oomph at all, making the label a hilarious exercise in wishful thinking. A case where two halves (shiraz and malbec) result in less than the whole.
