This wine, redolent of fruitcake, has a bouquet suggestive of barbed wire and jackboots, that gets right up your nose. It presents a soft first impression, but ultimately leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.
If it was from Kent I might have bought a crate, just to piss people off. But its from Cornwall, and I don't like the Cornish. They killed our Lord God Jesus.

The Cornish- a stunted and goat-like race, thought to have arrived during the Ice Age. They don't pay their taxes.