I once said: “There is nothing so sad as an empty wine-rack”. I can improve on that: “There is nothing so sad as a wine-rack filled with over-the-top, past-their-best wines”. The latter statement is better, or worse, rather, because it represents so many missed opportunities. One assumes the owners procrastinated, and then never did. Mrs. to Mr. Jones: “Shall we open some of the 1999 Lynch-Bages, dear, it`s my fiftieth after all.” His reply: “Oh no, sweetheart, it`s way too good to share with Clive and Marge and the Pickles; you know they don`t appreciate fine wine”. Of course, that may be true. If the Joneses guests are unlikely to appreciate the opening of such a delectable beverage, then perhaps it would be best saved for another occasion. Or just maybe they would have blown Clive and Marge and the Pickles away with it, the name Lynch-Bages forever a reminder of the Joneses generosity. Such moments have ignited the passions of most oenophiles at some time or other, it`s how we start our wine journeys. Sadly, I have witnessed too many cellars with OTT aged wines to know better, that far too many people like the Joneses hold back, deferring the moment. The more expensive the wine, the less likely it will ever be opened. So, it was with great pleasure that today in the shop a customer confided in me that he had, during the lockdown, been tucking into his finer vintages. It was `a Covid thing` he said – the feeling, ah what the heck! What are we waiting for? And a sentiment I share absolutely, having helped drink up some of my late father`s special bottles. Impossible not to think how he should have enjoyed them while he was here. Of course, there is a point to cellaring, I`m not saying otherwise. I`m just urging you hoarders out there not to wait too long. Life is for living, and wine is for drinking. Cheers everyone!