Ah, Krug Clos du Mesnil, very nice choice.  Based on the fruity overtones and the delicate undertones of floral, I'm guessing 1995.  Excellent year.

And, Almas!  You obviously know your caviar.  Nothing but the best here at NER!

Say, I bet the little woman would like a sip.  Me find stick,  me club her, (snort, spit), me drag her by hair, (burp, fart), me make her drink.

[Disclaimer: The preceding was a joke.  No offense meant to Neanderthals, since the link between Neanderthals and spousal abuse, while suspected, has never been proven in a court of law.

I have never clubbed my wife, nor will I ever.  Besides, she doesn't drink alcohol, nor do I.  If it doesn't come in a re-used, broken, and soiled syringe, we're not interested.]

Disclaimer: The preceding was a joke.

I know - this time. And I'm always quick to point out when people don't get mine. Pride comes before a fall, and I'm a fallen woman.

Yes, I'm the neanderthal round here. Would Monsieur care for a refill? Make the most of it - this humility will not last.