I saw this bottle of PX in Marks & Spencer‘s and had to have it. It was like seeing a dancing monkey wearing a hat. You know there’s something not quite right about it but you’re fascinated in spite of yourself.
I love sherry, and PX sherry is the nectar of the gods. It tastes a lot like a cross between Christmas pudding and toffee sauce. That’s a good thing. So seeing PX as a dry white wine was like seeing a cat in a knitted dress – oddly compelling.
It was pale, and thin, not like it’s dark sticky relative. It smelled ever so slightly spicy, but more in a floral kind of way, nothing specific. It was indeed dry with a middle of the road level of acidity and a curious aromatic flavour which may have tricked me into thinking it was a cheap wine from Alsace – maybe a thin pinot gris.
My £5 circus experience was worthwhile. It was nice, in both the positive and negative way – pleasant, enjoyable, inoffensive. I’d drink it again, but wouldn’t seek it out.