Had a friend excitedly bring over this bottle of wine tonight to share. I looked at it and asked him to describe it to me, how it’s been stored and what’s been happening over its lifetime. That bottle has been to several different states, perhaps an unwilling participant in many moves. And, spent the majority of its life living in garages - 43 winters and 42 summers. Naturally, I didn’t give it any hope of satisfying our palates.
After confirming he wanted me to open the wine, I sunk my cork screw into the deteriorating stopper. It exited the bottle without much more than 1 pound of pressure and was gooey. The contends pouring out of the bottle looked like liquid copper. And, the nose? Best described as difficult - like a sniper assaulting your nostrils.
My friend was disappointed to watch his vintage dumped down the drain. Me, happy to be liberated.
After confirming he wanted me to open the wine, I sunk my cork screw into the deteriorating stopper. It exited the bottle without much more than 1 pound of pressure and was gooey. The contends pouring out of the bottle looked like liquid copper. And, the nose? Best described as difficult - like a sniper assaulting your nostrils.
My friend was disappointed to watch his vintage dumped down the drain. Me, happy to be liberated.