OMG!
Judging from the look on their faces - as the wine passed the lips and meandered over the tongue (lesser wines merely "mingle") and blossomed on the back palette (lesser wines never "blossom") - each of them had an out-of-body experience. When Master returned to reality I heard him exclaim, "Shut up! This wine just keeps finishing and finishing and finis...."
Uncle Willem and Mom had gone in together to get this wine for Master's graduation present. When the bottle was finally empty Master said he'd consider another PhD, perhaps in Physics, if the reward was another
1999 Dal Forno Amarone! Mom shot him one of those over-the-bifocal stares, and said she'd buy him another tomorrow if it would
prevent him from pursuing another PhD!
Everyone laughed.