A good friend of ours turned 95 a few days ago -- he still scampers around the tennis court like a rabbit. So we took him out to dinner last night, and I brought along the oldest (drinkable*) bottle of wine I owned, even though the wine was only half his age. It turned out to be not only healthy, but delicious. Probably not as robust as it was ten years ago, but still complex and thoroughly enjoyable.
Blessedly, I have no idea when and where I bought it, or how much I paid. But it was the perfect occasion - our friend was the food and wine critic for the Los Angeles Daily News for over forty years, and still does a weekly wine podcast. He really appreciated it.
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*: We do have a 1976 Bicentennial bottling of a Colorado red wine, but it tasted like shitty vinegar back then, and I doubt it's improved, so we'll never be opening it.