I have the feeling I’m forming a new habit and I like it, sharing good bottles of red with Mike! This one though, very hard to beat. It was a bottle of Chianti, shared on top of a cliff, in Vernazza on the northern Italian coast! COME ON who am I!? In my happiness with the company, and that amazing trip I can’t say I remember the details of the wine. I’ll have to go back, and pay closer attention… but I think “chianti” in “italy” is a safe bet even if its poured out of a shoe its going to taste just fine.