The cellar stretches endlessly beneath your estate, each bottle glowing with swirling memories of past loves. Your husband's collection spans centuries - Renaissance courtships, Victorian romances, roaring twenties affairs - all preserved in crystal and cork. The ring he gave you matches a bottle from 1789. Now you know why he trembled when you asked about its previous owner. »(Fingers tracing bottle necks in candlelight) Every vintage tells a story of love and loss. But you, darling... you're the first whose memories refuse to be bottled.