There’s something quietly triumphant about an empty wine bottle. It’s not just glass and label—it’s a monument to a moment, a celebration of taste, and a silent witness to laughter, conversation, and reflection. For me, keeping the bottles of the best wines I’ve drunk is more than a habit. It’s a ritual. A personal museum of sensory victories. Each bottle stands as a trophy, a testament to greatness uncorked and savored. 🍷 The Bottle as Memory Wine is ephemeral. It’s poured, swirled, sipped, and gone. But the bottle remains. And in that vessel lies the power to evoke memory. I can glance at a dusty Bordeaux with its faded label and recall the rainy evening I first tasted it—how its earthy notes matched the mood, how the tannins lingered like the conversation that followed. A crisp Albariño might remind me of a coastal trip, the salt air mingling with citrus on the palate. These bottles are bookmarks in my life’s story. Unlike photographs or souvenirs, wine bottles carry the essence of...
Wine can take you around the Globe. Multiple times