Peachy Canyon, Zinfandel, Paso Robles, Westside, 2003

It's my fault. I should have know better as it clearly states on the label 15.5% alcohol. What the hell do you do with a wine like this other than drink it with over-ripe blue cheese. Like course port on the nose, but without the sweet pleasure and complexity offered by fine Oporto. Just a brutal, undrinkable wine that has no place at the dinner table, but might (maybe) be able to make an appearance with cigars after food has fled from the table in fear. To be avoided while eating.