It’s been a long-time ritual of mine. Like so many customary habits that become simple routines, whenever I buy a new wine, I open a bottle that same night.
It doesn’t much matter if the winemaker warns not to touch it for four weeks or for four months. I know wines can be jostled about during shipping and it’s probably best to let them rest and get over their transit shock, but I don’t wait, not unlike a young kid who can't wait to open their Christmas gifts.
Me, I can’t wait to pull the cork on my newest acquisition. Most of the time it’s a wine I’ve loved in one of my blind tastings. But even if it’s not a wine from my beat, when the wine arrives I open it, even as the number of bottles I buy has dwindled from what used to be case purchases to three or four bottles.
And I can say this: Aside from an occasional bad cork, I can’t remember the last time I was disappointed by my impulsive desire for immediate gratification.