When the cork you’ve just pulled resembles the Kandinsky painting in the background - splashed with wine from end to end - give up and move on. Your wine has been cooked. Telltale sign: there will be wine on both ends of the cork, and your wine will smell like prunes and port and burnt caramel. Take your wine back to the liquor store and exchange it for a new (hopefully uncooked) bottle. There’s nothing else for it.
Somehow, I just don’t think photographing white wines backlit by the kitchen ceiling light is going to be near as much fun as the reds are. Reds are photogenic. Whites are… not that pretty. Often nice to drink, but not that pretty.
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