Every now and then, I meet a wine that makes me wish I were a poet or dancer so I can convey, in a unique way, how it made me feel. I’m not any of those things, so regular tasting notes it is: Mushroom, forest floor, leather and black fruit. The nose alone is worthy of this entire paragraph. On the palate, it’s dense and complex, vibrant and lively, compelling to the last drop. Being the blockbuster 1982 vintage, this Gruaud Larose – at only 34 this year – is said to be good for well over 50 (perhaps 100?) years. Heck, I don’t want to just drink this wine, I want to BE this wine. Fulfilling and unforgettable. Pirouette once, twice, three times, and a curtsy.