My brother-in-law is a master wine maker. He has his own wine cellar where he makes batch after batch of lovely wine. He performs experiments, testing how changes in acidity or other factors affect the taste. He keeps scrupulous notes in a log book for each batch. He does this up until the point where he meticulously bottles and racks the wine leaving it often for several years in order to age and develop a deeper flavor. He then of course promptly forgets where he put each batch and never labels the bottles or the racks. Effectively ending any sort of testing he started earlier in the process as he has no idea which bottles were made with reserve and which ones weren't. Of course this chain of events turns out wonderful for Rick and I who showed up Tuesday night for family dinner night and were treated to an impromptu night of wine tasting as we tried to figure out which batch of wine was which.

Our "results" followed, as one might guess, a rigorous scientific study and logical progression. We first had to figure out which batch the "?" bottles came from using the ancient but simple art of drinking glass after glass from each group. Then once that was decided we relabeled each batch number based on Ted's extensive notes, the amount of dust accumulated while the bottles lay on the racks and of course more tasting. Pure Science!