A few days ago I pulled a French white wine out of the closet, something that I didn't remember buying. Apparently, I just glanced at the label without putting on my glasses to read it. I put the bottle in the refrigerator and pulled it out last night. When I tasted it, I looked at the label a little closer and found it was a Coteaux de Layon, a sweet wine made from Chenin Blanc grapes in the Loire Valley. It was a wonderful example that I would have saved had I realized what it was, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I just drank too many glasses and now I don't want to go to work.