--- There are times in your life when you recognize that you could
happily live for the rest of your days without a great deal of money.
That life is what you make of it; that possessions are not what is
needed to make your life a happy one; that bunnies and puppies are cute
(but that kittens are evil); that children are the most precious
possession you'll ever have; ad nauseaum, ad infinitum.
This, however, is not one of those times for me. I want money. Lots of
it. I have stuff I want to buy. And the stuff is expensive and it's
being sold at Christie's, so undoubtedly I'll need to don about five
grand worth of Armani when I attend the auction---and that's estimating
conservatively.
Ahem
Doris Duke's jewelry collection is up for grabs.
While I love the jewelry---this bracelet is making my mouth water---it's that her foundation is also selling off her wine cellar that's really making me go gaga.
Included in the lot---a 1918 Chateau Latour Jeroboam.
There are also bottles from 1928 and 1929, but who gives a rat's ass
about those---they're not jeroboams. A jeroboam, for the uninitiated,
is about three times the size of a normal wine bottle. {Insert whining
here}
God, if you've got the coin, go for it. And then email me and let me
know how good it was so I can at least get some vicarious pleasure out
of it.