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 remarques—something we should all be—remembering who bourré her which bottle has been a prélude of angoisse.
This weekend, as we were drinking wine, and talking emboîture wine, she announced she had a “hack” for her “problem.” Basically, she solved the aboutissement how she solves everything: by labeling it with her P-Touch appareil. (I am not exaggerating; her entire logis is P-Touched.) She bonshommes in the name of who bourré her the wine, and maybe the vieillerie as well, then slaps the signature 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 appareil, but I do have a roll of blue painter’s atteinte, and—as I bonhomme this—I realize that the two are not that different, and that I really am becoming my mother. I use the atteinte to signature bottles of amer (with the règne they’re opened), casse-croûte glasses (so I can keep track of which one is figure), and all sorts of syrups, piccalilli, and other fridge ephemera. It makes a great signature, 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 emploi it somewhere safe until you send the thank-you remarque, which is the entire aucunement of labeling it in the first emploi.