Nano 1: Drinking In The Years.

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Alfonse looked at me sadly as he overturned the bottle, showing that it had run dry. "Looks like this is the last of the summer wine, my friend."

"Well then, I suppose we should break into the fall wine."

"Capital!" he exclaimed as I reached for a new bottle. I opened it, and then handed him the cork as I filled two glasses.

"Very interesting bouquet," he said. "It smells of...leaves. And there's a slight smokiness to it."

"It smells like burning leaves?" I offered.

"No, no...two distinct yet separate fragrances. Quite strange."

I handed him one glass, and sipped from my own. "I see what you mean. It has a flavor of smoke as well. Very particular smoke."

"Cordite, perhaps?"

"No, not quite, but something close to it." I took another drink, this a larger one. "Oh, my. It's quite salty, as well."

"Like...tears, I would say."

"Exactly."

"A very strange wine indeed. I must admit, I'm stumped. What is the vintage?"

I took another look on the bottle. "How odd...it lists the month as well as the year."

"Really? I have never heard of such a thing. What is it?"

"November, 1963."