It’s hard to say exactly how and when this bottle nested in with the rest of my wine, but it’s safe to say I’ve been avoiding it for quite a while. Last week I stuck it in the refrigerator in the hopes that it might disappear the next time I was away overnight for work. But, despite my sweetheart’s love of an occasional sippy sip, this bottle was unable to stir an urge, and if it weren’t for my initiative tonight, it probably would have sprouted roots like an old potato as it sat indefinitely next to my Snack Packs.
The foil was thick and the cork was rotted—most of which clung to the inside of the bottle neck like a dead bug husk. But I put the strainer to so it, taking out the big chunks leaving it dusted with cork flecks by the time I was done.
Alas, there was fruit. Sweet fruit. Obviously there was no shortage of raisins, but it did the trick.