Okay, there aren’t a lot of ways to mess up a Riesling, in my book.
The folks over at Chateau Ste. Michelle, in the Columbia Valley, found a way. They brewed up a Riesling so tart that it made my eyes water. I got through half a glass — I’m pretty stubborn — and then dumped the glass, and the bottle.
Rieslings often have apple notes, but this detoured right around Granny Smith and kept going.
Life is too short for sour apples.