Jeff C. Kunins

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I was there to lock myself, alone, into a small, dark, freezing closet that Lara generously introduced as the wine cellar. It was narrow enough that the two of us couldn’t stand shoulder to shoulder; long enough to fit forty bottles of wine stacked side by side, neck to neck; and tall enough that I couldn’t see to the upper shelves without scrambling up a stiletto-thin metal ladder.
Cork Dork: A Wine-Fueled Adventure Among the Obsessive Sommeliers, Big Bottle Hunters, and Rogue Scientists Who Taught Me to Live for Taste
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