1977 Taylor Port finisher, there were brilliant wines all night. Yes, I consider myself lucky to partake in such an embarrassment of riches.
The real gem of the night, even after numerous mind-bogglingly good wines, was a 1971 Corton Marechaudes from Prince Merode.
Yep, a wine that was older than many of the people at the table drinking it. It wasn't the best wine of the night, not really even that great a wine unto itself. But, there's magic in drinking aged wines that surprise and enlighten with their personality and wisdom. It provides an experience that's just not found in drinking young wines. 40 year old Burgundy is not for everyone...you have to listen closely, but that's part of the beauty. Although...we were listening to Black Sabbath this night, so go figure.
There was also some incredible food, but I'm not naming names to protect the innocent. It was indeed a great night with some very good friends. I know there will be there more, and for that I'm thankful.
Oh yeah, there was UGA Caviar, too.