And yes, so what was the wine of the year. I am stumped. I buy the same ones over and over. So I offer two that I can't seem to get out of my head. Domaine Bornard Le Ginglet, Trousseau I had it in the Jura and loved it. I had it with its importer Savio Soares at a sushi restaurant on 15th street where we saw a white rat loopy with drugs, in the corner but the Ginglet survived. And then when meeting Hugh Johnson--what a thrill that was--and I was offered the chance to pick a wine under $100, I chose this one at $60. No matter what I ate, it stood up to it. And it stood up to Hugh's dazzling charm as well. And finally,, the wine that my main reactions were...Yum and Yay---all for $17. I opened this wine from the hands of Christian Venier (another Savio Soares) again last night, and granted I'm somewhat flu-ish and less than terribly enthusiastic about drinking or eating anything except zinc and aspirin, but what impressed me about this was the polish on this wine, with the markings of a vin natural. It had the spice on the nose, the rose, the perfume. As M. Chauvet would have said, it is all about the perfume. This is an intensely sensual wine and focused. Structured. Silky. There is no reason in the world why this is the wine of the year, except that it seems right in this moment and I can afford it. And if you can afford more? If you can afford to drink Chandon de Brialles or Gonon or Souhaut or Mascarello every night? You'll still love it. Mostly at the risk of getting maudlin and sentimental, I want to thank all of you who stop by, pay your respects, read me because god knows why, you think I have something to say. Thank you for your friendship and your comments. It makes a difference. Happy new year.