Using a corkscrew is a
dying art, not often needed these days with screw-tops pretty universal (at
least in my price range), but last night a bottle of Rioja was unearthed from
the back of the cupboard stoppered with a cork that disintegrated further with
every attempt to extract it, leaving me no alternative but to unscrew some
Merlot instead; my wife later resumed battle with the Rioja and managed to
force entry at a cost of some debris entering the bottle, but tonight when I poured
a glass it was reminiscent of many a 1970’s party (when we often hacked a cork
to bits and pushed it in picking out the big floaters and spitting out or
swallowing the sinkers) however being more particular these days I decanted the
wine into the cafetiere, using the plunger to filter it for consumption – a cheeky
number redolent of smoky blackberry with just a hint of coffee bean.
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