Bottle #3 of a 6-lot from auction.
Oh the shame!
Brothers three meeting an untimely demise. Somewhere in a dank basement in Alba, three corks gave up on their dreams…
A solid vintage brought low by that villainous devil wreaking of mildew and betrayal. Air and time only intensified the misery, which finished like sawdust soaked in regret.
And here I look upon the remaining three bottles with war weary vigilance. Like Faberge’ eggs filled with raccoons - lovely to look at but open one and the night is over.
C’est la vie
