Husband used to drink moderately, so I enthusiastically bought him fine wine, like a case of Petrus. In my best days I could actually do vertical sniffings - tell the same wine apart by years. I’m used as an alcohol detector in bars. If I sniff the glass and can’t smell alcohol, they send the drink back. Then he lost interest in wine and now the cellar, I fear, is turned to vinegar except for the best ones with the most tannin which I hope SOMEDAY he’ll investigate and try. Confession: I couldn’t resist dipping a finger in the ‘61 Lafite Rothschild and tasting it. It was everything they said it was. No matter what I tried - water, crackers, etc. - I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth!
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