Poor Choices

It was so nice today...so I chilled a nice bottle of Chardonnay...but by the time I pulled it out and set my fish and cold salad out to have with it...well the temp had dropped from 72 to 48...and chilled Chardonnay turned out to be the worst choice ever. My teeth chattered. It had hints of oak, vanilla, clay, and pecan...and it was cold as eskimo snow. Poor choices.