I'm not sure who's more deluded; the buyer or the seller. Everytime I sit naked reading random posts about faceless persons getting good deals from buying vintage wine or dresses, my pubes get twisted in knots. Then they curl up and fall off.
There is this ongoing debate about the definition of Vintage. Dont bother checking dicktionary.com or waikikipedia because its non conclusive as we speak. But it wouldnt be wrong to assume that (in the case of wine) vintage would mean exceptional quality and exceptionally high price because of limited production or stock. A 1958 Burgundy may be a very good year but a 1962 is vintage. Carpfish?
I remember the time I had the Macallan 25 year old. The nose was deep, rich and sweet. And beneath the oily characteristic, cocoa and a rich maltiness were discovered. The taste was lusciously silky with an initial sweetness of sherry giving way to a crescendo of cocoa (notes from the bottle,what do I know). The long and dry finish rested satisfyingly on my palate.
After finishing that bottle, we settled for the token Black Label. I couldnt tell the difference. Even the jokes were recycled albeit packaged differently.
Thats why I need my clothes back. This naked routine is getting old.