Class of 1996

Seven bottles, one vintage, one cause. Every hryvnia from every ticket goes to charity, the full amount, nothing skimmed off the top.

All seven were born in 1996, and they turn thirty this year. I will not name them, but here is the shape of the night. It opens with bubbles from three growers and houses I have been hunting for years, one of them poured from a magnum. Then two reds from the same Tuscan coast, made a few kilometres apart, that have been compared to each other for decades and are finally sitting at the same table. And to close, something sweet and strange from a cellar in Avize that most people never get to try.

Thirty years is a long time for a bottle. Some will be singing, some will be whispering. That is the point.

Folks, trust me on this one. Even if the charity part is not what brings you here, this is a freaking amazing chance to taste wines you would not get to taste otherwise. Bottles like these do not show up at tastings, they sit in cellars and get opened quietly among friends. This time the door is open. Come.