A good friend and I met at Union Square Cafe last night for dinner.
Each person pulled a bottle from the cellar.
Unfortunately, both were 1989 Leoville Las Cases. Fortunately, they were wonderfully and virtually indistinguishable from each other, in terms of appearance, condition, and palate.
Rich, dark, complex, layered, and alive in a classic, Old-World St. Julien way. Lots of muscular fruit, minerality, tobacco, clay, and gravel.
Many, many years ahead in its drinking window.
Did one give more air than the other?
Pop and pour, only.
“ Please, please tell me your friend is a home owner, can’t swim and is a real estate agent otherwise the universe might break 
(Your experience is hilarious)”
1 out of 3.
I still have one of these. I was considering opening it soon, but if it still has a long window, I might continue to hold.
Freshness framed the maturation-rounded palate and texture.
It’s a gorgeous wine. Ive had two over the last several months. Have one left!
I always appreciate your restraint.
Sounds like a lovely night Victor and one which you can tell a story about with your buddy to the end of days!
I am stuck with all these 1980’s Bordeaux, which I rarely drink. This was a chance to rid one.
My preference is early-1990’s California reds.
Is that a good problem?
Per original post here.
@Cris_Whetstone has a fun story about two bottles of the same wine brought to an event!
Good friends with hilarious problematic outcomes.
Did you trade a glass to the house for a pour of something interesting on tap?
Just offered generous pours to staff.
