It'll probably be horrid, but one of the good things about me is I'm not a wine snob. I'll drink anything- pretty much. Wine is wine is wine. I have no palate.
We bought a bottle back with us from holiday. I'm keeping it for a special occasion that never comes. Actually it's more like a talisman, a link to another time and place. A portal. So long as it's there, the holiday is - on some rarified plane- still going on.
But now that I've found a supply of replacements perhaps I can get it drunk.