I deny being superannuated, although I suspect that I am at least 6 more years annuated that you. My wine collection is also reaching a level of maturity where I no longer have to struggle to find wine that is ready. BUT that’s where the similarity starts to fall off.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Having faced a conversation with my oncologist that started with me saying, “OK doc, just deliver the death sentence and get it over with,” to which he responded, “No, you will outlive me because you have managed to dodge the worst bullet in the magazine,” I decided that I will continue to rage.
My advice to the rest of you out there is to enjoy your collection, and maybe buy a little less if your kids don’t want to inherit it, but do not succumb to the threat of death. I do not focus on the bottom of the hill I may be sliding down, and you shouldn’t either. Pay it forward and open great wine every chance you get, but don’t think about the fact that it may be your last one. That’s just depressing and if you drink wine to reduce depression, STOP. That’s no fun. AND if you want to see how it’s done, come here: