What a $5000 Bottle of Wine Tastes Like
Empress Fairmont, British Columbia — Bucklist Item Crossed Off My List
One Fine Dining Experience of a Lifetime
The best part is the crystal glassware. Thin and elegant. Always poured for you, unless you’re the purchaser, to whom does as they wish. In most cases, in a fine dining setting or ordered to the room from a luxury set of wines, the exquisite chef chooses a meal pairing, divine wine.
Or you can indulge at a winery and purchase a lush batch of whichever year, coming in close to $5000/bottle some less. Nearing only $500. $500 wine tastes like $5000 wines until you enter the fabulous world of Port.
- Port comes in age ranges.
A 50-year-old would be splendid, rich and tartar—a euphoric high from a beverage. You can taste the warmth and the glow of the years it sat in a cellar. Preparing itself for you to indulge. One sip, and you fit. You are happy, relaxed, and soothed. Is it worth $300 a glass?
- I believe so. If you haven’t tried anything in this price range, raise your bar. Make it a bucket list item or treat yourself.
In the bar where the tiger skin hangs, a beverage ranges prices. Nothing is cheap. Everything of fine crystal or wood. The best of the best if you like early 1900’s style vint. It’s glam.
- The best beverage I ever had was tea.
I got dressed in a shear topped empire dress, tan and grey. I had my hair pinned up; it was rather short at the time. My tiny pup in my pocket strung in gold on my fingers and neck—the guest of the Empress Fairmont, Vancouver Island. I was chauffeured in a Rolls Royce to form an Asian nail salon, going for a fix-up. Staring out the window at the carefully cut whale-shaped hedges that lay beneath the vineyards that cascade the building.
An elegant delight, as I arrived back to the hotel done to the nines, to sit for a serving of hot tea from England and biscuits. I sat listening under a crystal chandelier to Moonlight sonata played by a professional hired to entertain in the tea room.
After a morning in the peaceful sanctity of the bathing pools and spa treatments—sauna and steam, in the most luxurious stone and marble.
Everything so perfectly set for me, been my booking. I arrived, was served lemon water and escorted to the changing area for a morning of treatments. It’s wasn’t my first spa endeavour. It was one of my most loved.
All because I sat there at the little round gorgeously carved wooden table, served as if I was a Princess, with my tiny pocket dog on my lap.
I did a tour of the building that explained the history. Murderous history, nonetheless. It was memorizing to see the tall ceilings with mirrors and murals displaced all so perfect and so precise.
Everything is lace and light shades of peach. The silverware was so shiny, the tea so delicate and sweet. The sugar was as if it came from a different kind of cane. That’s what you call abience.
