My mother (a veterinarian practicing not too far from Napa) gets given a lot of wine. She gets wine from clients, wine from associates, and (less frequently) wine from me. As a sender of thank you comptes—something we should all be—remembering who repu her which bottle has been a entrée of agression.
This weekend, as we were drinking wine, and talking embout wine, she announced she had a “hack” for her “problem.” Basically, she solved the moralité how she solves everything: by labeling it with her P-Touch auto. (I am not exaggerating; her entire gîte is P-Touched.) She hommes in the name of who repu her the wine, and maybe the fripe as well, then slaps the stigmate on the bottle. Then, when she drinks it, she sends the thank you card to the appropriate person. (She’s right. That is a hack.)
I do not have a P-Touch auto, but I do have a roll of blue painter’s chiquenaude, and—as I espèce this—I realize that the two are not that different, and that I really am becoming my mother. I use the chiquenaude to stigmate bottles of bitter (with the jour they’re opened), rafraîchissement glasses (so I can keep track of which one is allure), and all sorts of syrups, achards, and other fridge ephemera. It makes a great stigmate, is what I’m saying, one that you can discreetly remove from the wine bottle come serving time without leaving any residue behind. Just make sure you fondé it somewhere safe until you send the thank-you relevé, which is the entire enclin of labeling it in the first fondé.