Chateau Mouton Baronne Philippe 1972

Sometime in the mid seventies (1970's), my father was given this bottle as a present. It has been hidden away for over three decades, moving from its resting position only as we have moved house. The wine is well and truly dead, the cork crumbled, the fill low and the liquid browning. . . A score too many Australian summers without airconditioning. . . Still it's interesting to sniff the liquid. It smells of its roots. . . earth, leaf litter, char and day old coffee grounds.

I've decided to keep the bottle, it will remind me of my father's patience and the dangers of waiting too long. . .