I'm starting to repeat myself.
Two minutes ago, I opened a bottle of wine, poured a couple of glasses, sampled the bouquet, and remarked to Jen, fox piss.
No sooner were the words out of my mouth than I realised I'd smelt wine with a fox-piss nose before. The latest number is a rather light little SE Australian Shiraz going by the unfortunate name of Up a Gum Tree.
Prefer the Chateau Latour '45 myself.
Postscript: Just did a Google image search to try to find a suitable illustration for this item. Believe me, you do not want to go there. (No, seriously, I mean it. Eeewww!)