Today In Wine Porn

Yeah, I drank that. It was pretty fucking delicious. The 1985 Pichon-Lalande showed it up, though (didn’t get a picture, but whatever. Use your imagination). Classic Pauillac! Black currants and pencil lead for just absolute days (and some brett, but in a tolerable, kinda-delicious way). It’s experiences like these that make me remember why people talk about Bordeaux like it’s the tits. Of course, I’m not super-rich, so I won’t be shelling out the cash for these super-seconds any time soon, but I’ll gladly enjoy them when millionaires pull them out of their wine stash. Thank you, oligarchic overlords, for your overwhelming benevolence.