With Hart at the Crystal Wine tasting.

We were damned fools. I’m such an annoyingly obnoxious stickler when it comes to letting wines breathe. Yet somehow I decided it was a good idea to show up at a wine tasting at opening with 30-60 mins of air in the bottle.

This was tight. Closed off. Not much to speak of.
Which is a damn shame, because we strolled back home after this glass. And when we came back a couple hours later, the wines were all in full bloom but we had already expended our pour for 2009.

This hurts me to my soul.