I remember first encountering the burnt rubber taste in Pinotage (the old Wine Guy at my Trader Joe’s aptly referred to the taste as “Curad bandaid”). Things have improved over the years, but I still brace myself when I hear “South Africa”.
I could only vote other because:
1)I thought it was odd to offer that choice, as it really is a yes or no question
2)if there are an infinite multiverses with every possible possibility I suppose that in at least one (though arguably in an infinite number of them) I have had a wine from Africa. In an infinite number of them I liked it, in an infinite number of them I didn’t, in an infinite I haven’t tried one (this universe falls in this category), in an infinite number of them I am put off by wine in general, and in one of them I am in fact a vintner in Africa with a flying car.
(I would be terribly excited if this leads to a geeky discussion of enumerable vs denumerably infinite.)