So I've always known I was a bit of a half-arsed wine geek. I can never remember the names, and while I appreciate a well-aged bottle I also still happily swill sangria. But still, I thought I was doing pretty good with how long I let some of those bottles in our Aussie collection age.
For Father's day, Dad cracked this out of his collection:
Yes, the number up the top of that bottle is 1976. I was six when these grapes were squished. Not only can't I imagine having the patience to wait that long to drink a bottle, I can't imagine having the nerve: Pinots apparently rarely last that long. (It was very tasty, but that paled in comparison to the aroma; this is one of the most delicious things I have ever smelt. Yum!) So I thought Dad deserved a guest blog for impressive restraint. Even Coz liked it:
...and you know how hard SHE is to please with wine...
5 comments:
I admire his restraint muchly... Snerg has to hide the nice wine from me!
That's pretty impressive. I wasn't even born when that wine was made!
Good to see that Coz's discerning palate found it acceptable :)
we still have a '68 lying around in a box somewhere... we opened one for my 21st and it was only a bit tired - pretty yummy actually. afraid this one will be *very* dusty when we find it...
Hehehe I love the idea of surprise wine :) In fact I may even know the feeling of discovering surprise wine but I don't think I'll have anything in the 68 surprise league.
We have a 1952 Commendaria St. John (Port, I think...as old as my Mum!) in our cupboard of alcoholic neatness. It's either going to be really, really good...or really, really bad...
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