Clumsy, foppish, lugubrious, doleful, gloom-imposing.
These are just a few of the terms that I had either used or thought of when writing about zinfandel in the late 1990s, a somber time for anybody who really liked zinfandel as it once was.
It once was charming, a sprightly, fun-loving jokester who never had a bad word to say about anyone or anything. Zin was a casually-dressed chum who was content to be paired with victuals like pizza, burgers, hummus and hot dogs.
Updated: Tue Oct 31, 2023