Desmond's Cellar Rod

I thought it was a gimmick. Our Friday Sauvignon Blanc tasted like a different wine by the second glass. My husband noticed before I said a word.

Summer evenings on our porch used to mean warm wine in ten minutes. Now the bottle sits out there all evening and the last glass is still cold.

My hands are a little shaky these days. You slide it in and pour. No drips on the tablecloth, which my mother's linen appreciates.

It lives in the freezer next to the peas. I never had room for a wine fridge, and now I don't need one.

Kept one and gave the second to my brother-in-law for Christmas. He called two days later asking where to get more.

Works for red too. A few degrees cooler and it stops tasting heavy. Rinse it, back in the freezer, done.

Our anniversary dinner ran three hours. The wine was right the whole time. I didn't think about the temperature once, and that's the point.

I thought it was a gimmick. Our Friday Sauvignon Blanc tasted like a different wine by the second glass. My husband noticed before I said a word.

Summer evenings on our porch used to mean warm wine in ten minutes. Now the bottle sits out there all evening and the last glass is still cold.

My hands are a little shaky these days. You slide it in and pour. No drips on the tablecloth, which my mother's linen appreciates.

It lives in the freezer next to the peas. I never had room for a wine fridge, and now I don't need one.

Kept one and gave the second to my brother-in-law for Christmas. He called two days later asking where to get more.

Works for red too. A few degrees cooler and it stops tasting heavy. Rinse it, back in the freezer, done.

Our anniversary dinner ran three hours. The wine was right the whole time. I didn't think about the temperature once, and that's the point.

I thought it was a gimmick. Our Friday Sauvignon Blanc tasted like a different wine by the second glass. My husband noticed before I said a word.

Summer evenings on our porch used to mean warm wine in ten minutes. Now the bottle sits out there all evening and the last glass is still cold.

My hands are a little shaky these days. You slide it in and pour. No drips on the tablecloth, which my mother's linen appreciates.

It lives in the freezer next to the peas. I never had room for a wine fridge, and now I don't need one.

Kept one and gave the second to my brother-in-law for Christmas. He called two days later asking where to get more.

Works for red too. A few degrees cooler and it stops tasting heavy. Rinse it, back in the freezer, done.

Our anniversary dinner ran three hours. The wine was right the whole time. I didn't think about the temperature once, and that's the point.

I thought it was a gimmick. Our Friday Sauvignon Blanc tasted like a different wine by the second glass. My husband noticed before I said a word.

Summer evenings on our porch used to mean warm wine in ten minutes. Now the bottle sits out there all evening and the last glass is still cold.

My hands are a little shaky these days. You slide it in and pour. No drips on the tablecloth, which my mother's linen appreciates.

It lives in the freezer next to the peas. I never had room for a wine fridge, and now I don't need one.

Kept one and gave the second to my brother-in-law for Christmas. He called two days later asking where to get more.

Works for red too. A few degrees cooler and it stops tasting heavy. Rinse it, back in the freezer, done.

Our anniversary dinner ran three hours. The wine was right the whole time. I didn't think about the temperature once, and that's the point.