porto

I keep a collection of good port.

it isn't what you think. I had money once and bought lots of it when I entertained.

problem is I ran out of money and people stopped visiting.

I will not drink the port 24 hours after the bottle is open and that is why I have so much.

my wife and I will go reeling to bed if we manage to finish a bottle between us.

so we never open them.

(yeah, I know, fortified wine us supposed to retain its character for days after opening, well not to me).

a short while ago some friends came by and we went to our favorite sushi place. We have never seen the menu (seems I told this story, stop me if you have heard it).

so we drink, we eat, we drink some more.

we go to my place and my wife, wanting to keep it going breaks out a bottle of port.

I am not paying attention and everyone gets a big glass.

the friends elect to stay the night. Not having drunk that much, and taking the glass into my bedroom I take a sip.

it was the finest sip of any libation, wine, beer or spirit I have ever had.

ever.

it was almost. three dim

dimentional. It was stunning, glorious. My wife went to bed and I stayed up savoring this glass of purple heaven. I couldn't understand why no one else had mentioned it.

then I realized that they were drinking it only as alcohol booster and I got a little sad. When I finished I snuck down for what ever was left in the bottle. Except for the sediment at the bottom, it was empty.

I went to bed wondering how many bottles of this drink of the gods was left.

the next morning I searched my collection and found none.

I asked my wife and found that she meant to open some ruby port, good, very good, but not nearly in the league.

we had half a dozen of those.

then, when I cleared the dishes I found that each glass had a third remaining, un touched, un savored, unappreciated and they never noticed.

I was devistated and sad to say I yelled at my wife.

I yelled at her for picking the wrong bottle, for not presenting it properly and for failing even to savor it herself.

i demanded that she find another, i didnt care how much it cost but FIND ANOTHER BOTTLE.

she was in tears and I am a consulate asshole. The savoring I did was enough for us all but I washed it all away in craving another.

well, she found two more and bought them, they arrived today. I will mot say how much they were but I will say it was a morgage payment.

I am on the one hand elated and on the other ashamed.

that is my drug story for the day.

Expensive booze gets outrageously expensive. I love aged Bordeaux. I can't wait until I have a budget to start putting down cases again.

MrEDuck said:

Expensive booze gets outrageously expensive. I love aged Bordeaux. I can't wait until I have a budget to start putting down cases again.

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I don't drink,and have a basement full of wine..probably @50-60 bottles of various types and regions...
I give em away as presents or cook with some...my wife gets into a bottle now and then but not often...
Next time I'm around I'll try to remember to bring a case,they just set around other wise...