Great advice.
My father is 87. He can’t drink like he used to due to health reasons.
On the bright side, the cellar naturally came under my direction years ago.
I remember building it with him when I was a teenager and then getting more and more involved as I got older. His passion naturally passed to me.
The only problem now is there never being enough in the wine budget to get everything I want and keeping my hands off the good stuff.
Thank you. Thank you very much!
That 13 Cristal rose is not remotely ready to drink in mag, best bet is the gonon.
I can’t say enough times how happy I am about picking up guitar. In addition to just the time spent getting better, I really believe it’s helping my brain function, like learning a new language. Add in the manual dexterity and it’s a pretty perfect pass time.
Be careful. You know what they say about how to make a small fortune in wine….
I did notice no women had joined, in spite of my invitation, so the thread name has been duly changed. Thanks for the suggestion.
Be better if it was Old Folks’ Boogie. 
So you know, that you’re over the hill
When your mind makes a promise that your body can’t fill
I find this so baffling. I’m 56 and would retire tomorrow if my finances allowed it. There are endless choices for travel, hobbies…why is work the only purpose in life?
I agree with @Greg_Gardner here, although I have found myself concerned that I’m just counting down the clock. That’s one of the reasons for bringing up this topic. It’s one thing to have new interests and/or travel, but if you’re just killing time, isn’t that just waiting for death?
But I don’t understand a life lived like this. Waiting for death? Having given up on living? Because you have already read every book, seen every movie, heard every song, solved every puzzle, climbed every mountain, sailed every sea, met every interesting person….
We’re all waiting for death. Nobody said you had to sit on the sofa until it shows up.
And still none have joined, because all the women on Wine Berserkers are still in their prime.
I turn 70 tomorrow. Ten years ago, I realized we already had more wine than we would ever consume in our lifetime. I saw our consumption decreasing with age, along with our alcohol tolerance. It also was clear that leaving a large cellar in our estate would be a burden, not a gift.
Our palates had shifted as well. More to classic aged Bordeaux than young brash Napa cabs, away from heady sweet ripe Grenache and more toward Pinot and Riesling and Champagne.
So we sold off 2/3 of the cellar, getting rid of the stuff I thought we’d never get to before it went over the hill, and rebalancing to emphasize the appealing stuff.
Bordeaux is my favorite region. My youngest are 2019s. I hope I’m able to enjoy them when they start coming around as they hit 20 and 83 hits me.
Most purchases now are backfills on the secondary market. If it’s going to need more than 5 additional years of cellar time, it’s a pass. We’ve kept about a 7-8 year supply on hand to maintain a wide choice of bottles that are ready and near ready without having to do too much backfilling each year.
The bulk of the daily drinkers we open these days are well-aged familiar friends. We no longer need “cellar defeders.” The cellar fends just fine for itself.
The only thing we haven’t figured out is how to drink our last bottles right before we die. If we go suddenly, our daughter will be stuck liquidating the cellar. If we see the writing on the wall, we’ll have a big party and send the rest off to auction while we’re still around.
I’m 73 in a few weeks, and I’m sitting on 650 bottles right now, down from a peak of around 800 a couple years ago. The cellar is 2/3s red, and yet 80% of what we drink is white. So while I’ve stopped buying red wine, I still buy sparkling and Chardonnay-based wines - though not to the degree that I used to. With so many friends in the biz, my buying is now concentrated on those folks rather than taking a flier on something from Europe.
Thinking about this thread tonight. I opened a young Burgundy - 2021 Jean-Marc Pillot Chassagne-Montrachet Clos Saint-Jean. It is glorious in the way that only young Burgundy can be when you hit it at the right spot. Happy to still be buying wines like this…
Wimp! I opened a young Cahors! 
And I did a young drinking vintage from Burgundy!
You know you’re an Old Folk (AKA old fart) when your partner checks on you every 15 minutes when you go down to the cellar.
Red or white version?
Red.