if you are brett-averse, that wine was always teh crapola. from day one, as i recall. i feel your pain.
that said, i wish there was a way of cross-linking this to .sasha's description of hard scary wine from the supposedly no-brainer mugnerets, and ian's recent post on muscadet and beaujolais (or at least, i wish i could be bothered to do the linking).
there are no no-brainers. just percentages. if you want the highs, you have to take the lows. do you want the thrills and random brilliance of puzelat, or the reassuring excellence of marc ollivier? do you want a handsome faithful wife, or do you want to bang every hot girl you see?
for anyone but CENSORED the honest answer is always "both," -- but you know that's a pointy pipe-dream. so what do you do? you remind yourself of the percentages. and think about them (how many people ignore marc's wines simply because they fail to bite their asses often enough?). and you make your choices.
just don't be damning the smelly hipster kids if that's what you have to do to meet the weird preppy girls; and don't be damning the weird preppy girls for not being virgins.
fb. (on hand to prep-pep talk.)
ps. for those who care to mix statistics with aesthetics, a terrible metaphor .