Beautiful World

Actually, on the whole, the world isn't that bad. It's just a few bad apples that ruin the day.

I think I detailed in previous entries on how I went to a restaurant or two and had a taste of the Korean raspberry wine, which I blame Jack for getting me hooked on. So I decided to buy some bottles to sample privately. Except it was much more difficult than that. Listen well to the saga that lies wherein.

A quick internet search turned up plenty of results overseas, but none in Australia. After a little Googling I had the name of the company (Bohae Brewery) and the official name of the wine (Bokbunjajoo). I managed to find their official site, but since it was written in Korean I had no hope. But wait! There was a link to a English version! Hooray! A quick browse told me that they do export to Australia and that was all. I know I'll send them an email. So I fire off a quick email. Only for it to bounce back, saying that the email does not exist. Damn. I try again and confirmed that the email on the official English page doesn't work. Which was pissy.

Next I try to search for the import company I remember seeing on the bottle. All I remember is BH Australia and it's located in Chatswood. A search turns up nothing. I then get the bright idea that BH might stand for Bohae so I look that up and managed to find a phone number and two different adresses, none of which are in Chatswood. Suspicious. But I take the plunge and call the number. Nope, wrong company, they don't do Korean wines.

It's kinda pissy that I couldn't get into contact with the damn company. I'll probably try to decipher an email from the Korean site, write a complaint in English and hope they have some translators or something. That's the start. I might have to go back to the restaurant and ask them where they buy it. I bet they'll offer to sell it to me at a ripoff price.

Damn you Jack. Damn you to hell.

I'm addicted to that wine now.