A few years ago when my SO and I were impoverished grad students, we invited the classics professor who lived next door round for a kitchen supper. He accepted on condition that he be permitted to supply the wine - which in the event were La Tache 1985 and Taylors 1963. It turned out that the guy had a massive cellar and was looking forward to his imminent retirement, when he figured he would be able to enjoy fine wine almost every night. It ends sadly though: six weeks later, he died of a heart attack.