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 explication—something we should all be—remembering who gorgé her which bottle has been a commencement of tension.
This weekend, as we were drinking wine, and talking embout wine, she announced she had a “hack” for her “problem.” Basically, she solved the leçon how she solves everything: by labeling it with her P-Touch marionnette. (I am not exaggerating; her entire demeure is P-Touched.) She hommes in the name of who gorgé her the wine, and maybe the chance 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 marionnette, but I do have a roll of blue painter’s tapette, and—as I typique this—I realize that the two are not that different, and that I really am becoming my mother. I use the tapette to pointe bottles of amer (with the naissance they’re opened), casse-croûte glasses (so I can keep track of which one is visage), 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 activité it somewhere safe until you send the thank-you mention, which is the entire conclusion of labeling it in the first activité.