I almost threw up in my mouth when I read the headline: Christie’s Auction House breaks record for highest price ever paid for a single bottle of wine: $123,899.
Ugh. Really? Really? It was for a 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti in Burgundy. France. A bottle of Pinot Noir that may not be drinkable anymore. It could be absolutely, mind-blowingly good but you never know. Sure, it’s the most coveted vintage in history. Yes, it’s from the most sought-after vintage on the planet. And indeed, according to the Wine Spectator, only 600, rarely seen bottles were produced. In addition, it has amazing cellar-controlled pedigree (read more about that) but will the U.S. private collector who bought it on May 17 ever open it and enjoy it? Or will he — or she, however it seems doubtful that a woman would do this — sell it later for more, treating the wine like a stock or bond? What does one do with something like this besides brag about it?
Perhaps it’s because I’m not rich, or because I’m too practical, but I don’t get it. Spending that much money on a bottle of wine that could be vinegar. Can someone explain?