ELV’s had a tough week. And by “tough” he means working on his tan, enduring the heat, and dealing with all those pesky bill collectors….reason enough to crack these open* on a humid, lazy Friday, wouldn’t you agree?
* We’re kidding of course. Drinking red wine of this caliber in Vegas in August makes about as much sense as having a weenie roast on your roof at noon. Truth be told, we lose our craving for vin rouge in late May and don’t recover it until early October. Not everyone feels this way, as the above panoply of trophy wines demonstrates. They come from a collector who had them shipped to Comme Ça for a private dinner there a few weeks ago. Go figure.