Sometimes, when I am feeling depressed (or even suicidal), I just walk into one of my cellars, go to a section (in this case the 78 burg section in cellar 1), put on a blindfold, spin around a few times, reach out and grab a bottle. This is the bottle I ended up with today. It was (surprisingly) insanely good -- like chocolate covered cherries dusted with cocoa (and left to age a bit -- attaining a fantastic balance) -- perfect cork btw. This took the sting out of being completely fucked with family issues. BTW this is a griotte Chamberlin made by the Pernod and Fourrier families together. Very rare.
