I am constantly tempted to buy more bottles, the world of wine just has so much to offer, so many tastes, so many nuances.
But this nagging danger remains, will I ever drink it all? Or is this becoming a a dangerous (and futile) obsession. And there are holes, so many holes to fill…
To keep bottles for twenty five years (à la Chasse Spleen 1986) is something I would have been incapable of twenty years ago (sic). And to look at all those bottles, living and evolving entities, is inspiring and exciting.
Ah for the joys of the vine.