Here's a true story. Once, when I was but a wee lil' wine grommet, I was invited to a biiiig wine party, with lots of biiiig wine people. I was told to bring one bottle. Now, in this sort of situation, most will choose to shoot the easy lay-up, bring a bottle of Pierre Peters, or that Selosse you tucked away for just this day. But no -- sometimes you gotta shoot the tray from way outside the line, courting shame or glory and nothing in between. I brought the vinous discovery that had most blown my mind that year, a Champagne producer that was then unknown by everyone at the party. I poured it for them -- people whose job it was to discern the difference between the Merely Great and the Mindbending. They. Were. Delighted. This was that bottle. Shot from half-court and all net.