Mmm-mmm

Now and again I open a bottle of wine that is part of a little trove of bottles given us a year ago by an older friend who quit drinking and wanted them out of her house. She had stored them well for twenty years or more, and we've continued that care.

They won't last much longer -- we keep drinking them! -- so we savour each one.

This is what we opened this evening as I was getting ready with supper. It was 25 years old and well served by its years. Mmm-mmm.