A fine wine is a work of art in evolution with no fixed completion date. It feigns immobility and is able to while away time for decades. Its purpose is to be drunk and to disappear along with the pleasure it gives. It is enough for you to possess sufficient bottles in your cellar for your old age, and it acquires for you the timelessness of sculptures or paintings, or the repetitive availability or music and poetry.
(Émile Peynaud)