Ah, the wax capsule. While decorative today, it used to protect corks from being chewed on by rodents in the cellars. But forget the rodents. I still believed it added to the romance of wine until we brought it to a restaurant and a manly (I also suspect wine-hating) female server, obviously unfamiliar with it, butchered it. She chipped at it with gusto, impervious to our pleas for her to cease and desist for the love of all that is good and holy. By the time she was done, the neck and mouth of the bottle was violated beyond recognition. Bits of wax that did escape her vicious swipes clung on for dear life, but just barely. Thankfully, the Burg emerged unscathed. I can’t say the same for me though.