It depends on the time, how much notice you’re given, and availability of accompanying foodstuffs. And realistic possibility of request being granted. You’d be a complete idiot wasting your last hour or so of existence showing off your wine pretensions to the prison authorities. Probably best would be a drugged lie-in till 4 am, followed by cup of strong sweet tea, shot of Armagnac with the chaplain and Adios amigos.
Half a bottle of 2005 claret (a decent Second Growth… Leoville-Barton maybe) using a Coravin. The rest preserved. And later opened with panache, before being poured into a cup formed from my skull and served to whoever ordered my execution… moments before their own.
Think I'd go for a lovely fat, buttery, oaky Russian River chardonnay. Pure pleasure. Or perhaps a fine Calvados - an evanescent waft of apple floating around the back of the nose as my brain stem shuts down.
The pinnacle of my tasting experience so far, a bottle of 2000 ch. Haut Brion. A bit dull to go out on claret, but this one is bloody marvellous!
Depends when in the year - winter, it would be an aged Chateau Musar, spring or summer - Bollinger RD 2004 <chef's kiss emoji>
It depends on the time, how much notice you’re given, and availability of accompanying foodstuffs. And realistic possibility of request being granted. You’d be a complete idiot wasting your last hour or so of existence showing off your wine pretensions to the prison authorities. Probably best would be a drugged lie-in till 4 am, followed by cup of strong sweet tea, shot of Armagnac with the chaplain and Adios amigos.
Showing off my wine pretensions? Why I'm simply enjoying this fine Rioja, governor.
Half a bottle of 2005 claret (a decent Second Growth… Leoville-Barton maybe) using a Coravin. The rest preserved. And later opened with panache, before being poured into a cup formed from my skull and served to whoever ordered my execution… moments before their own.
I want to die on a sugar-induced high…so it would have to be a TBA by Egon Müller
Think I'd go for a lovely fat, buttery, oaky Russian River chardonnay. Pure pleasure. Or perhaps a fine Calvados - an evanescent waft of apple floating around the back of the nose as my brain stem shuts down.
I think I’m with Alice, it would have to be champagne, probably a Bollinger Grande Année 2008.
Glorious wine.