A bottle of Chateneuf-du-Pape Domaine du Vieux Telegraphe 2001, with the pronouncement that I am to save it for a special occasion, sauch as peace in the middle east, the annexation of Canada, First Contact, or the election of a Democratic President.

I now also have space age hardware to open the bottle, so far advanced that methods of torture with the shiny shiny ubercorkscrew have yet to be dreamed of.

Also, a damn fine home made cheesecake to boot.

Kickass.