I would rather die

The Wall Street Journal blog, The Wealth Report, reports on news of the sale of Lloyd Flatt's cellar. Mr. Flatt was an international aerospace consultant, known better as a collector of fine wines, and for always wearing an eye patch over his right eye. That's right. An eye patch. That's a true g right there.

About the stars of the auction, the author writes:

A jeroboam of Chateau Lafite 1959 went for $30,250. Six magnums of La Tache also sold for $30,250, way above the presale high estimate of $18,000. A bottle of Chambertin 1865 sold for a staggering $10,890–more than seven times as much as the presale high estimate of $1,500. The blockbuster of the night was a Methuselah of Romanee Conti 1976 that sold for $42,350, or more than two times the high estimate.

How sad. To die with bottles of 19th century Burgundy, and some of the finest Romanée-Conti still sitting in the cellar. What's the point? I mean, not that I could ever dream of ever owning these wines, but what I do have, I fully intend on drinking every damn bottle. Every, single, drop.

DF