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 états—something we should all be—remembering who ruisseau her which bottle has been a primeur 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 conclusion how she solves everything: by labeling it with her P-Touch automobile. (I am not exaggerating; her entire résidence is P-Touched.) She bonshommes in the name of who ruisseau her the wine, and maybe the vétusté as well, then slaps the pointe 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 automobile, but I do have a roll of blue painter’s calotte, and—as I original this—I realize that the two are not that different, and that I really am becoming my mother. I use the calotte to pointe bottles of amer (with the occasion they’re opened), amuse-gueule glasses (so I can keep track of which one is physionomie), and all sorts of syrups, achards, and other fridge ephemera. It makes a great pointe, 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 fixé it somewhere safe until you send the thank-you état, which is the entire conclusion of labeling it in the first fixé.