A cautionary tale.
Yesterday a smart looking red van pulled up at the house, and the fast-talking driver at once engaged me in conversation. "What a beautiful location", " What a friendly dog"; that sort of thing.
Only after a while did he mention that he was visiting the area selling his wonderful Bordeaux grand cru wines; and would I have a couple of minutes to taste them. Like a fool, I said 'yes'.
Well his wine was really excellent; I tried about four different reds, and one in particular stood out as being far superior. When I asked him the price, I nearly fell over backwards.
Now you have to understand that Cro is used to paying €1.10 per litre for his daily sustenance, and being told the price of his stuff had me reeling. But by this time his salesmanship was working its magic, and I foolishly signed-up for a 12 bottle case (with two free bottles thrown in).
His little visit cost me €150, for which I could have bought 136 litres of my usual wine; instead of 14 bottles of his.
I hardly knew what had hit me. I'm not at all the sort to be bamboozled into buying anything; let alone wine.
OK, I feel like a bit of a mug, but, hey, what the hell; the wine is wonderful. We had the first bottle last night.
Ch. Haut Meyreau. Legende D'Autumne 2012. You can look it up.