Moving a bit southward, we popped an ’88 Sorrel Hermitage. This was the regular bottling, not the Greal. I haven’t had much luck with Sorrel’s ’88s; the last 3 or 4 Greals we’ve opened have been brutally corked. So I held my breath and… wonder of wonders, this wasn’t corked! What it was, though, was horribly oxidized, shot to hell, maderized, undrinkable. Joe Besser.