It is technically impossible go wrong with this wine. Pinot Noir is a piece of art, always a little pricier, but it is worthy.
I had it for the first time, with a person very dear to me and the taste reminds me of the excitement and the beautiful evening. However, these nice memories do not hinder me of giving an objective review.
Now, here is the thing about Pinot Noir Gato Negro, it used to be my favorite. He introduced it to me, and we used to drink it on special occasions. I can assure you it matches perfectly the delicious parmesan mushroom and chicken pasta he used to cook for me. And sometimes with just a little chocolate it would be great. But that was then and my perception of wine has changed now.
Before I start I want to thank Grexxen and the Jessie, for getting me this piece of art for my birthday. Your friendship is the greatest gift.
In English, the Devil’s Cellar.
I first heard about this wine, when I was a child and saw and advertisement on TV. It told the story of the name was chosen. It had dark, mysterious effects and it was neatly narrated, to the point that I can still recall the voice and the story.
When I started this section of the blog, my close friends thought they would give me a hand with some wine tasting. I call it Wine-Tasting 01. So we adventured into the local tiny supermarket. For those who know it, Simple Mart.
The goal of the night was a red and a white one. The white one was Cape Elephant, we had previously had it with Jessi and we just needed to have it one more time. So the indecision was, which red one? We did not have many choices, but we hadn’t tasted any, so any option would be a new adventure.
MERLOT! One can never go wrong with Merlot. And as a South American Wine fan a Chilean Merlot was the winner.
Many of my friends mentioned how much they like white wine and how they preferred it over red ones. However, every time I tried one, it wasn’t as satisfying as I was looking for. Until one day that was in Carrefour and as I was trying to decide which new wine to try, I got a call from a close friend and he said:
– Go for a Moscato. – He sounded so sure about his recommendation that there was no room for doubts.
– Would a Chilean Moscato work? – I asked.
