Obviously I have not written anything for three weeks because I have nothing to say because I am on the wagon and life is too fearful to even contemplate something like putting a few words together.My January misery was anticipated and compounded perfectly by this bottle of 1967 Chambertin which I had been keeping for a special occasion and New Year's Eve 2009 seemed as good a time as any. It was 100% sodding oxidised.
A faint light is glimmering however, as The Intrepid One is pitching up next Saturday on his way back from The Dark Continent so a few bottles will be on the table and January can go whistle.
