I drank a bottle of 52-year-old wine today. My friend Barbara bought it for me for my 50th birthday two years ago so I thought that I should drink it with her. It was a Rioja, and it was possibly the best wine I have ever drunk. Barbara also had a bottle of wine that was laid down the year she was born, also a Rioja, so we drank both. We were lucky in that both wines were perfect, though we decanted both several hours before drinking and the cork in mine had almost perished. I am writing this feeling slightly drunk....
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