Thanks to Daddy there is no shortage of wine corks around the house and while I've got 20 years before I can truly drink it, I've master the art of the sniff. This particular cork, if you can't tell from the symbol on it, came from a lovely bottle of Folie a Deux Zinfandel that we cracked open for cousin Nicholas' 21st Birthday dinner. It had a lovely tannin with hints of plum and cherry.
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