Chateau

There’s a moment in wine tasting where the glass becomes a portal — a fleeting window into the artistry of time. I recently uncorked a 2006 Screaming Eagle and a 1986 Chateau d’Yquem, two bottles that transformed a dinner into a study of evolution. The Screaming Eagle arrived first, its aromatics exploding like a supernova even before the first sip. Floral notes hit hard, but the wine didn’t drown in its own perfume. Instead, it offered a bold, viscous body that felt like a velvet glove over steel. It wasn’t syrupy, but there was a richness that hinted at its…