World Record Sale!!
- Thread starter Peter Creasey
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kirk wallace
kirk wallace
Yeah; its all about the Comet ....
Oswaldo Costa
Oswaldo Costa
I bet it's corked.
Cole Kendall
Cole Kendall
Once at a pre-auction tasting I managed to get a teensy taste of an 1825 Yquem...more of an insight than an actual taste. Months later the WS had notes from some sort of Yquem vertical (possibly Hardy R) and gave the 1825 73 points. Imagine my chagrin.
Vincent Fritzsche
Vincent Fritzsche
An insight. That's so good. I've had people hoarding more ordinary bottles at parties pour me an insight as well.
Bummer on the 73 points.
Bummer on the 73 points.
Eden Mylunsch
Eden Mylunsch
Maybe 20+ years ago I was packing up a collection for transport to an auction house and the owner of the collection was helping. Things went smoothly until, while handing me a bottle of a very low-filled (like, 3" below the shoulder!) 1921 d'Yquem the cork just sort of slid right on down the neck and right on into the bottle. This occurred in slow motion and the whole effect was rather surreal - not unlike being a character in JG Ballard's "Crash" who was aware of every instant in time as the accident transpired. We both just sort of watched in awe it as it slid into the nectar-filled vessel as it unsheathed itself from the still-intact capsule (I'm talking about the dénouement of the bottle, not the auto-erotic smashups described in the Ballard book).
I dutifully called the home office with the tragic news and they said that the bottle would not be listed as it was "currently unsaleable" and that I would do well to not include it in the consignment, lest I find myself employable only by skanky carnie operators who dispersed of wine cellars once the crowds had died down on the midway. After informing the owner of this, he turned to his daughter and informed her that her dowry had just been diminished greatly, and to grab some glasses.
The wine was amazing. Awesome even. It was so good that diabetics would have gladly drunk it, to hell with the coma! IIRC, its value was estimated at around $500-700 at that time, a King's ransom (at the time) but it was worth every penny. They put a little more than an insight (but less than an Accord)into my glass and I tasted it and it was like I saw a vision of Saint Urban from the Knoll label, only he was right there in the room with us. It was about as close to a religious experience as you can have without altar boys threatening to get all litigious
The years have obscured my specific sensory memories but it's like when Dom Perignon tasted stars only the Sauternes wasn't sparkling, but more like that sort of sweetly rounded edginess that you taste in Wolfgang Puck's schnitzel at Spago when you eat it alongside say, a properly aged bottle of Clos St Hune, Coulée de Serrant (from a good vintage where he got it right), or better yet, a Smaragd Riesling by Prager or Knoll or Rudi (not FX) Pichler from a particularly ripe year. Even small tastes result in satiety yet you still want a little more, just so you can confirm in your own mind that it Really Is That Good.
-Eden (old d'Yquem is not unlike drinkable heroin)
I dutifully called the home office with the tragic news and they said that the bottle would not be listed as it was "currently unsaleable" and that I would do well to not include it in the consignment, lest I find myself employable only by skanky carnie operators who dispersed of wine cellars once the crowds had died down on the midway. After informing the owner of this, he turned to his daughter and informed her that her dowry had just been diminished greatly, and to grab some glasses.
The wine was amazing. Awesome even. It was so good that diabetics would have gladly drunk it, to hell with the coma! IIRC, its value was estimated at around $500-700 at that time, a King's ransom (at the time) but it was worth every penny. They put a little more than an insight (but less than an Accord)into my glass and I tasted it and it was like I saw a vision of Saint Urban from the Knoll label, only he was right there in the room with us. It was about as close to a religious experience as you can have without altar boys threatening to get all litigious
The years have obscured my specific sensory memories but it's like when Dom Perignon tasted stars only the Sauternes wasn't sparkling, but more like that sort of sweetly rounded edginess that you taste in Wolfgang Puck's schnitzel at Spago when you eat it alongside say, a properly aged bottle of Clos St Hune, Coulée de Serrant (from a good vintage where he got it right), or better yet, a Smaragd Riesling by Prager or Knoll or Rudi (not FX) Pichler from a particularly ripe year. Even small tastes result in satiety yet you still want a little more, just so you can confirm in your own mind that it Really Is That Good.
-Eden (old d'Yquem is not unlike drinkable heroin)