Had an awkward night with a guest who had brought an obviously bad bottle of ‘85 La Tache and couldn’t stop yapping about how amazing the wine was.

I told him it was bad - but he was adamant it only needed time to ‘open up’.

I had a bottle of Roumier Musigny in the car I decided to hide from the guy. Had he only kept his mouth shut…

Props to him and his wife though for downing that shit.

Pictured: staring at my dessert, politely dog-sipping my first and only glass of vinegar.