[gigster]

I humbly beg your forgiveness.
How silly of me to forget the monumental vintage of ‘81.
You are a true oenophile, a colossus of the breed!
Yes,yes! The 1881 was the pinnacle of sublime joy for me.
We are truly of a kinship of all that is good with the world.
A whiff of lavender, with legs of oak.
I bow to your expertise.

[alarm rider]

Bow not my friend. Your assessment of the 63’ was spot on.
The strong draw the the 63’ can only be appreciated by the truly involved and those joyful in the knowledge of the ancient grape.

The shapely nose and brimful woodsy, yet subdued aura of the 63’ is not something that can be appreciated by casual and/or the subaltern.

No, no it is I who should bow to you for your ability to so describe what few men will ever experience. I lift my perfectly cut 1799 Venice-made glass to you and bid you drink.