We visited Sirince, where the climate is ideal for growing grapes and olives, but apparently no one really drinks the wine produced in the region. We found out why soon enough. The town itself was a quaint hillside village with white houses and just one small mosque at the center, with winding brick and stone streets crisscrossing the slope. Or, at least, it must have been quaint at one point, but has now devolved into something of a tourist Mecca. I guess it was so picturesque that people just started flocking to it, and then its citizens decided to turn the main streets of the town into shopping alleys. Along one such alley, we found a wine bar, and took seats outside. Having read before about how the wines were dangerously fruity and sweet, when asked if we would prefer fruit wines or grape wines, we replied that we'd like to try the grape wines, and the bartender nodded as if to suggest that was the wiser choice. What we had, though, despite one bottle's being labeled a Cabernet Sauvignon, was just about the worst-tasting swill either of us had ever encountered. So don't drink wine from Sirince.
