There's something about people that enjoy the finer things in life that is so absolutely awesome. The finer things in life normally go with the highest standards of sanitation, cleaning, hygiene, labels, descriptions and notoriety. But all disappears and excitement takes over when you pull an old stained bottle of wine full of dust from the cellar. Suddenly that dust takes us to those good old days. That wow, that special occasion, that special year. That's when we realize we are dust to dust. We have to have that contact with earth. There's earth in the bottle, there are seasons captured, there are memories and dates. There is a connection with the land that no other product can bring but wine. There is an anticipation and a sigh of relief when the cork is not soft. And when you pour, you know it's old, but we call it "wonderfully mature". We swirl and we sniff expecting those memories, that year, that season to come back. And it does. It comes back because dad was still alive or grandpa was still farming. That's the year of graduation, of dumbness and youngness and numbness. But those memories take you to a date, a place and a taste...now more special because it has faded bringing forth only the good. Everyone has dreams for the future, but the happy ties to the past are what forever last only in wine, the dated offering from the land. Break out a bottle, compare it with the new. Make good memories today that will never fade.