On a field trip, surrounded by the fall colors of La Rioja (which I would have posted instead, but I don't want to make you die of beauty overdose), we go underground into the bodegas of Beronia winery in the Rioja. There they have the best vintages sitting, gathering dust, waiting for an optimum drinking moment, or perhaps the birthday or anniversary of one of the founders of the winery. What is it about dusty bottles that is just so darn romantically irresistible?