Cheap Chardonnay and the Wrought Iron Jail

A very inexpensive Chardonnay, Clos Du Bois-sometimes sold for under ten dollars ($10.00) a bottle at Costco on Kauai and for which I paid thirty dollars ($30.00) at Sundance-  is a nice table wine, I think.

But what do I know? I’m not a connoisseur.

Actually I ike Sutter Home, a cheap Chardonnay-sometimes two bottles for ten dollars ($10.00) at our very own Big Save in metropolitan Koloa-is my favorite. When my rich friends come calling I dress it up in a fine red linen napkin hiding the label.

My rich friends rave.

Hey, I know nothing tastes worse than warm Chardonnay, so it’s chilled and kept in a hand hammered copper champagne bucket with stand- two hundred and seventy- nine dollars ($279.00) and two hundred and thirty-nine dollars ($239.00). Sutter Home, like Clos Du Bois, also has a dimple on the bottom which my rich friends say is very good. I think you don’t need to uncork a white wine to let it breath- or something- but I’m not sure.  I open it with a personalized-available-prestige wine opener, two hundred and ninety nine-dollar ($299.00). All this stuff from  the exclusive Front Gate catalog.

i wonder what my rich friends, I entertain a lot of oil me , would think if I retrieved it from the beautifully hand crafted wrought iron wine jail-six hundred and ninety-nine dollars ($699.00)- from the same November catalog.

I’ll bet they’d be impressed but I’ll also bet it wouldn’t taste any better.

This antique look wine rack, showcased on my ancient wrought iron table from the Philippines- one thousand pesos (1,000 pesos)- with sofa, two chairs and two side tables and lighted splendidly by the copper fire pit-three hundred and ninety-five dollars ($395.00) also from this catalog. I have to keep it lit and watch it like a hawk to see that one of my oil rich friends doesn’t  get light-fingered and haul it off.

The fire, snapping crackling red and gold with an occasional blue flame, smells like wine-weathered smoke from well-aged oak. The perfect oak logs are stored in a heavy gauge log rack-two hundred and thirty-nine dollar ($239.00)- are neatly stacked above ground.

The estate rack, by the way, holds a 1/4 cord of the stuff I have shipped in by air from oak country. We feed the stuff several times to the fire when the party’s getting a glow on and singing fills the air.

As the fire dies and the embers glow and my rich oil friends vanish into the woodwork, I wonder why Paul Tarvin, founder of Front Gate, sends catalogs like this to poor peasants like me.

I also count the silver.

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