When I taste a wine like Apothic, I am reminded of one of my favorite films, Big Night. In one of the more memorable scenes, Pascal, the owner a thriving Italian-style restaurant gives advice to the owner of a failing restaurant across the street. “A guy works all day, he don’t want to look at his plate and ask, “What is this?” He wants to look at his plate, see a steak, and say “I like steak!” In much the same way, Apothic is a fruit-forward, slightly sweet, finely-tuned testament to the American palate.
8.6 Points