A (though not the only) New Year's Eve bottle, and I didn't even make it until midnight. I think this was partly down to discovering home made margheritas. We were at Duncan's house, where alcohol flows freely. Strawberry wine is always a good one with which to celebrate. It is so pretty and delicious. But no-one stayed up to see the New Year in. That's what happens in your mid-forties. All of a sudden New Year's Eve is just the 31st December and 1st January is no more special than 23rd February.