The cork would not come out, although the corkscrew worm did…along with cork dust.
Into the decanter went a brown, acrid, bouquet-devoid semblance of waste water.
Fifteen minutes elapsed.
My ugly duckling blossomed into a ruby, bright, sweet, and elegant swan, tinged with cinnamon spice,
red cherry, and glycerin. As the evening progressed, this twenty-five-year-old lesser Margaux
became more complex, although slightly tart on the finish. The only bitter aspect was how the bottle
was meant to be an anniversary and Christmas gift for a recently deceased friend, classmate, and
trading colleague.