Jenise wrote:Ten years from now you'll be glad you have them
I think I knew that about your whites and Champagnes, in my subconscious. I had forgotten.
Re the ‘04s, you are a great salesman. Done.
And good for you re your Moutons. For the decision to cash in on those, you tapped into your intuitive resources, knowing in your heart of hearts that you won’t have missed out on a spectacular evolution when, in the future, you get around to finding out – intellectually – how they grew up.
On another note, Lynn and I had a weird experience last night with a case of 2000 l’Argententyre, a Cru Bourgeois which I recently ordered and received from a store in Napa Valley. The cork in the first bottle was deteriorated; partially, I think, from standing up. It crumbled upon attempted pulling and the wine tasted horrible – not oxidized, though, but more like that acrid, chemical smell of a rotted potato. I tried a second bottle, to get a sense of whether the entire case had been stored improperly, and it was corked!; but the cork was okay physically. I wanted to open a third bottle for more evidence, when Lynn stopped me, saying enough was enough – that I should attempt to return the entire case. Of course the corkiness had nothing to do with the store. I might sneak open a third bottle before making a decision about what to do.
Lastly, totally unrelated – to everybody but you, me and the lamppost – when we popped the corks, Lynn and I had just returned from two car dealerships. For three years, from the first day of my last lease, I have been trying to decide on what car to buy next, as it will carry me into “retirement” from my current demanding job. I know a Lexus is the best car in the world, from a value and quality perspective; a very practical car to own. But somehow Lynn feels that I look “right” in a Cru Bourgeois-like car, the black-on-black Maxima.
We drove both options, and the Lexus is by far the more elegant car. But Lynn said it is too feminine, even for her; although she strongly agrees that it is a better, more practical car. The Maxima has that “new” continuously variable transmission, which doesn’t shift, or shifts infinitely so that you can’t feel the changes, keeping the rpm at constant maximum torque through the “quarter mile” range, if you were to floor it and keep it floored – like an old Dynaflow Buick from the ‘50s. Lynn thought that feature made the car even more apropos. So, after sleeping on it, and just choosing upon waking up, without aid of solidified reason that comes with a first cup of coffee, I guess I will buy it.
