So what happens when you try to slip a Goodfellow into a John Thomas?
Or what happens when you are an idiot and think sliding bottles into corners of an over-crowded wine cellar is a fine idea?
It saddens me that I have no means of retrieving the corpse, and the body of John Thomas must remain where he died, with his crimson life-blood slowly draining and evaporating. It may be many years before the magnum, dismembered with it’s punt just hanging in the breeze, gets the burial it so richly deserves.
Sorry Mitch, Thats one of my worst wine nightmares. All these earth quakes in Utah these days has me worried about exactly this. Hopefully it wasn’t as bad as it looks.
I’ll gladly store any of your salvaged bottles in St. Louis. There’s an occasional tornado far from the city, but no earthquakes or other natural disasters
Oh yes! This is your fault Marcus. Not sure exactly how but your aggressive progeny had something to do with it.
And then there is John Thomas using defectively thin bottles for his magnums and his marketing of his “Joe Six Pack” to gullible customers like me.
I am a victim here.