Post 9/11, when I couldn't travel with a corkscrew I decanted wine into a water bottle. After the shoe bomber soured the possibility of carrying liquids onto the aircraft, I had to cotton up to Johnny Walker purchased in chintzy little bottles from the attendant. One night in May, when he was visiting New York I complained about the dry flight issue. Alfonso Cevola, friend and keeper of the On the Wine Trail in Italy blog came to my rescue. In July he sent me a gift.
Masquerading as a Dop kid are four spice bottles in water resistant plastic. Each one under 3 ounces. See where I'm going? Tonight I'll board a plane and test drive the possibility--a 12 ounce pour of Steve Edmunds Bone-Jolly.
I'll let you know if I get busted.
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All right, we never made it on to the plane. I walked by my bag, still in my apartment. Got a whiff of some juice. Damn. Good thing the bottles were in plastic. Back to a martini at the gate and some scotch on the plane. Speak to you later. --A
Masquerading as a Dop kid are four spice bottles in water resistant plastic. Each one under 3 ounces. See where I'm going? Tonight I'll board a plane and test drive the possibility--a 12 ounce pour of Steve Edmunds Bone-Jolly.
I'll let you know if I get busted.
More news from the other side.
All right, we never made it on to the plane. I walked by my bag, still in my apartment. Got a whiff of some juice. Damn. Good thing the bottles were in plastic. Back to a martini at the gate and some scotch on the plane. Speak to you later. --A
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