Well, I can announce to our never-converted enthusiasts that  a few bottles of similar cab-merlot are  languishing in the garage of my latest lodging. And, should they play their cards well (the ne'er converted, not the patrons, who, by the way, are well converted and count Nota Bene amongst their favourite companions, to whom they have in the past magnanimously introduced me on more than one occasion), I would invade their collection (I rack it) with a bottle or two to give them some sense of connection to their new world.

So it is noted, kudos to Tawney for keeping the spirit of the bottle well slaked. I could not help but notice, that, in our inaugural The Bottle evening spent languishing on the heights of Burnaby mountain, dining on some fine pork belly and Chateau Brown, that the voices responsible for enological verbosity around the table were very same that are incomprehensibly silent in this forum. Does this expertise need a challenge?

I will admit, though, that these voices did order up some pretty tasty stuff.