This is a particularly good bottle of wine. It has reached a stage of maturity that creates a depth which begins to resemble real red wine. It is a shame, therefore, that there is only one bottle left. I was all for drinking a white wine, but Claire pointed out, reasonably, that we were having a beef and ale pie, and a red would be far more suitable.
Despite having had a gin & tonic in the garden, enjoying a rare bit of June sunshine and a glass of redcurrant wine each, we managed to polish off the bottle, ignoring the fact that we both had work the next morning. I reckon that being sensible and taking all things in moderation is overrated.