I knew this would be a life changing trip. I'm not willing to spend another ten years in therapy so I have to take those lessons where I get them. Of those I am currently working on? 1) Take the Money and Run 2) Ask for what you need. 3) Be More Positive! 4) Lose the Guilt The Ploussard Perdu was a classic illustration of how and why I need to integrate these life pointers with speed. Not a moment to lose. The Overnoy was a mere 21 euro. That very night would have been my only chance to drink it. Bringing it to dinner at the Cousin's would be perfect. Digging into my euro stash I purchased, I would have bought two if they had taken Amex. I thought of it all the way up to the Cousin's house. Olivier welcomed up with some fresh, snappy Pet Nat. I presented the wine, wrapped in tissue. Olivier with pet chicken before dinner. That was the mistake. I presented it. It was a gift. In no way did I suggest a partager. I expected him to know. Now, you tell me, how many love affairs and marriages have fallen by the wayside because part of the couple expected their mate to KNOW without being TOLD? You see? Never again in love or in wine. Never. So... I am a fan of Olivier Cousin's wine making and the bottles were being opened with freedom. He even shared a 1959 made by his father. This never went through malolactic fermentation. Odd little thing it was. A red without malo in the Loire is somewhat autistic. And while I was trying to find out what the wine was feeling, I was in turmoil myself. The wine, my wine, Overnoy's wine, taunted me unopened and I just didn't know what to do. So I obsessed about it for the next ten days (which is today.) I thought I'd hop on Wine Searcher and buy the first 1999 Overnoy Ploussard I could find and there is nothing. Not searchable. The opportunity has been lost and only because I am an imbecile. I am not the first crazy person to do write about such issues. Lettie Teague wrote an eloquent piece in Food & Wine And I am sure 3/4 of you have been in this situation, and so if you are ever again in this situation let me tell you what I have learned. The fault was all mine. #1: Never present a wine you want to drink when you enter the house. Obviously I felt guilty that I was an uninvited guest. Guilt rules my life. Note to self: dis the guilt and gain a healthier self of entitlement. Like, am I so bad? (don't answer.) #2: In the middle of dinner in your best lousy french say, J'ai presque oublié! J'ai une bouteille pour partager! Je regarde ainsi en avant pour le partager avec vous.'............Or say something like you can't wait to taste it with them. #3: Jump out of seat and run for the bottle. Get it to the table and ask for a tire bouchon. Get that cork out as soon as possible before anyone can protest. #4: Everyone wins.