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With an offer of “Hey if you don’t like it, you know where I work," from my local wine store clerk, I took my $12 box home. Peeling off the plastic cap (no cork here) we happily noticed it was a full liter instead of .75 liter.

Taste?

We’re going to be honest. It wasn’t bad. Certainly not like the boxed kind we used to drink during college days. But another wine shop has a bottle for $12 we prefer, and we kind of missed the cork ritual.

Lesson learned?

We’re definitely willing to think outside the box.