Back when I was at legal-ish drinking age, a couple of girlfriends and I would meet in one of our basements and bring our bottles of Manischewitz to drink.
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).