Drink with fried chicken, outside, on a sunny day.
Next year this bottle will be old enough to drive. Don't wait. It's drinking great now.
Two years ago I happened upon a terrific story about a post-Communist comeback, of a family reclaiming its heritage after a Marxist dictator took it away. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell it, but better late than never.
Maybe I’d hate to see that tiny little plot of odd vines uprooted to make room for more really excellent Merlot. The preservation of the good of a few over achieving the best good of the many? Maybe, but Americans long ago decided that diversity is good for everyone.