The rock has been lifted, and everyone seems disgusted by the vermin crawling underneath, but really, is anyone surprised? The nerve of these people to charge exorbitant fees for the privilege of tasting? I'm sorry, but that corpulent, slimy fuck is everything that's wrong with how the public perceives wine professionals to be. I imagine proper Spanish winemakers are singing and dancing in the streets. The ones who actually manipulated their wines (ripened to shit, overextracted, oaky brews) to match his palate and hope for a high score deserve to sit on their piles of undrinkable, unsellable plonk and weep.
Give this a few weeks to blow over. Who the fuck cares about Dr. Big J (yeah, he actually calls himself that). In the meantime, look at this . . . an Italian wine with the lot number printed on its label. Simple one too, a 2009 Falanghina from the DOC of Campi Flegrei in Campania. And if I'm interpreting this correctly, the lot number refers to a bottling date of July 2011. Still wine may not matter that much, but it's absolutely mind-boggling to me that this isn't standard practice in Champagne, where disgorgement and bottling dates actually do matter.
Bravo Grotta del Sole!