For the Greek God(zilla)’s 40th birthday, his sister, BB, gifted him a bottle of Barolo from the year he was born – 1969.
For two years we carefully stored and protected this bottle, waiting for an occasion deemed special enough for the Greek God(zilla) to warrant opening it. During this time we have got married, moved house and celebrated our son’s first and second birthdays, yet the 1969 Barolo has remained in its box, gathering layer upon layer of dust under the stairs.
I have decided not to read too much into this.
On Saturday night, BB and I finally convinced the Greek God(zilla) that we should drink the Barolo. Reluctantly, he
gave in agreed.
We’d organised a Steak/Off (more on this in the next post) and invited BB, Rob, Eva and Keri over for a steak and sjoelen night.
With all the preparations for dinner under way, all that was left to do was to decant the wine.
I dusted it down. We made quite a ceremony of its grand opening. We made the Greek God(zilla) pose for photos with it.
We all stood around the table, watching. We had waited two years for this moment.
The Greek God(zilla) twisted the corkscrew in, slowly eased it up and half of the cork crumbled in his hand. The other half was stuck in the neck of the bottle. This was not a good sign. A second attempt managed to pull the rest of the cork out.
Maybe it was just an old cork, we shrugged hopefully.
The Greek God(zilla) lifted the bottle up to his nose, took in a deep sniff and then recoiled back almost immediately.
The wine smelt like the homemade stuff that YiaYia keeps under her kitchen sink in Crete, which is basically pure brandy with a couple of grapes squished in.
On pouring the wine, we realised that it had the consistency of weak ribena.
So, definitely CORKED then.
So, the 1969 Barolo has been moved to its new hiding place – in a cupboard with the other condiments. We thought that maybe we could use it instead of vinegar one day?!
Meanwhile, BB is on the case trying to get a replacement bottle. My vote is to open it and drink it right away…
What would you do?