Chateau Marouine 1998 French Red Wine

Ok, for starters I have absolutely no clue how this bottle of wine ended up in my hands. I am guessing by the look of the bottle that it wasn’t meant to lay down for the better part of 10 years. The cellophane at the top of the bottle should have been a sign of things to come. I popped open this bottle and decided to take a quick sniff, as I didn’t know what to expect. The smell wasn’t exactly the highlight of my day. I decided to pour a small amount in my glass and I took another whiff. It smelled like an Indian man’s feet (Dots, not feathers). I drank a small amount and much to my surprise, it did not taste like an Indian man’s feet. It tasted like a Chinaman’s ass. As I type this, I find myself incredibly pissed off at the French. The joke’s on me. The French are the only people that can piss in a bottle, call it wine and actually convince someone to drink it. I fell for it. Assholes.