Behold, the first bottle of wine I ever bought ― years ago when Burgundy was a lip color, ah-so was the aunty at the market, and vintage was a skirt in somebody else’s closet. I had no idea what I was buying, but today, that randomness pays off. Old books, Cuban tobacco and rustic leather with bursts of cherry, vanilla and yuletide spice. There’s something wonderfully nostalgic ― and absolutely delicious ― about this Barolo from La Morra. As a clueless wine noob back then, I’d say I made a pretty smart choice.