OLD WINE TALE
A man goes to the Ritz Carlton in Paris with his girlfriend. After due
study of the wine list, he orders a bottle of the 1928 Mouton. The waiter
returns with the wine and pours a small amount into the glass for tasting.
The customer picks up the glass sniffs the wine and puts it down on the
table with a thud. "This is not 1928 Mouton."
The waiter does his best to reassure him it is, and soon there is a throng
surrounding the table including the manager, all trying to convince the man
the wine is in fact 1928 Mouton. Finally, someone asks the man how he knows
the wine is not 1928 Mouton.
The man replies my name Baron Philippe de Rothschild and I make the wine.
At this point, the waiter steps forward and admits he poured Clerc Milon
1928. He says, "I could not bear to part with our last bottle of 1928
Mouton. You know Clerc Milon, it is in the same village as Mouton, you
harvest the grapes at the same time, you crush the same way, you put the
wine in similar barrels, you bottle at the same time, and they are the same
except for a small matter of geographic location."
The Baron beckons the waiter forward and whispers to him..."When you return
home tonight, ask your girlfriend to remove her underwear. Put one finger
in one opening and another finger in the other, then smell both fingers,
you will then understand what a small distance in geographic location
makes." 
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Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day....
Teach a man to fish.........................................and he'll sit in a boat and drink beer all day!!
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