I threw my bids in because there were a couple of items I really wanted. Included was a hockey stick signed by all of the Vegas Golden Knights. I didn't win. Dammit!
The addition of a year in oak gives the same grape more of a Malbec-esque or Syrah-like character (yeah, I know they're different, but work with me here).
I'm less patient with people, and I figure that dumping a decanter of an awesome wine onto an unruly "Karen" type customer would mean an immediate end to my wine service career.
I remember one day tasting about 65 wines. Yes. Tasting. Not drinking. And my budget died. What can I say? The wines were spectacular, and I simply had to have them!
As I have discussed on several occasions with friends, guys naturally learn icky stuff. Who can hock a loogie the furthest? Who can most legibly write one's name in the snow? Who can flamethrow lit flatulence the furthest?
He illustrated how, given enough time, water and snow - which is glam water in my opinion - can cause even the most solid of homes to collapse. Scary thought. But I live in Vegas. What could possibly happen?