There are several definitions of the word “possession” in the dictionary. Two that fit this post are: (1) Anything that is owned or possessed and (2) The physical control or occupancy of property whether or not accompanied by ownership.
The topic of possession as it relates to wine is the theme of this month’s “Monthly Wine Writing Challenge” as selected by last month’s challenge winner, Sally of “My Custard Pie.” You can find all the guidelines by going to Sally’s blog. This monthly challenge is the brainchild of Jeff, commonly known as the “Drunken Cyclist.” It is open to anyone who wants to write about the selected topic and participate.
So here’s my story – the reason I am so possessive with my wine:
Several years ago, my husband threw me a surprise birthday party. One couple that came to the party had led a fairly glamorous lifestyle traveling all over the world with her job. During these travels, they bought wine from all over the world as well. When they moved to Winston Salem, they built an amazing wine cellar in their basement. Hubby and I had been fortunate enough to share wine with our friends from their collection.
For my birthday, these friends brought me a bottle of wine from their private collection. I was thrilled! As the alcohol was already flowing and there were way too many people at the house to be able to appreciate this wine, I sat it off to the side to save. Please don’t take this wrong. I love sharing my wine with friends. I just wanted the time to be right for the experience.
The night progressed and some guests had a little too much to drink. I was outside chatting with a group of people when someone came stumbling out the door with a glass of wine. The glass was so full it was literally spilling over the top – no room to swirl, sniff, appreciate. His comment was, “This is some good shit!” I asked what he was drinking and he responded that he didn’t know what it was, that he had opened a bottle that was sitting on the cabinet. He had opened MY wine – it was mine!!! By the time I got into the house, the bottle was empty. I didn’t get any! To this day he has no idea that I was so disappointed he had opened my wine.
The next day as I was cleaning up from the party, I decided the I needed to be a little more protective with my wine. Even though we had a wine fridge, I opted to move all the “special” wines into a closet for safekeeping until I was ready to open and share them. (No, I don’t have a wine cellar so a dark closet was the next best option.) So we bought a wine rack for the closet in the spare bedroom.
My wines are now very organized. My review wines are marked as such and grouped together. Wines that I am holding onto until a specific year are labeled and grouped by year. The wine fridge was always stocked (this was in the house we have just sold) and the excess was stored in the closet but readily available for drinking. And no, I did not let anyone go the closet alone to get wine; however, I would let friends come into the closet to help select the wine for the evening.
I still believe in sharing my wine with friends, but I also like having a little more control over what is opened and when. After all, it’s mine!