If one can't drink the only thing left is to rearrange the cellar. While doing so a dried nut and pine cone wreath my mother made in early 1970's popped out. It's been several years since I last saw it.
It now hangs on the front door for the season with a suitable centerpiece for this blog.
I also found two lost bottles of 2001 Barolo that were written off as missing for two years or more. When my taste returns and I trust it again one of them will make for a wonderful evening.