Off I went, to the wine cellar, with little time on my side. I had to select a bottle befitting the nice meal. When I came across this Chablis, I looked at the vintage and thought it should be used sooner rather than later.
Back at the dinner table, with the cork out and glasses poured, I then had a chance to see that this really was a good bottle. Crafted even, with it's golden lemon colour that stretches all the way to the rim. The intoxicating perfume of pear and lemon zest melded with struck flint.
A beautiful wine that had a slight sour pear opening and cooked lemon and pear middle. I detected a lead quality and slight earthiness. The musty flavour was stronger than I remembered last time, so I think I was right to ask it to make the highest sacrifice.
It laid down its life, so I didn't have to lay down mine. I won't be forgetting the wine next time!