I love the way that red wine smells the next day, when you've left a centimeter or less in the glass. That stale, slightly-off odor - it's musky in the right way. It's wafting into my window right now, just after midnight on a random Wednesday night in Vallila, but it can't be wine I smell - instead, an olfactory impostor. I don't know where it's coming from. I like it.