His Grace is a world-class fencer specialising in the sabre. As such, his sport takes him all around Australia, and occasionally overseas to international competitions.
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| His Grace (foreground) celebrates scoring a point during Commonwealth Veterans competition. |
Every once in a while he'll win a competition, coming home with medals and trophies in the form of...
...wine bottles?
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| A rather on-theme trophy from five years ago. |
Only thing, we don't drink alcohol. It's not a part of Our Graces' culture.
So His Grace, being a proficient sabreur, regularly comes home with these trophies shaped like wine bottles, weighed down with some sort of liquid (I'm told it's a fermented sort of grape juice).
Being non-drinkers, nor promoters of drinking, we are at a loss. While it would be nice to give these away as gifts, it's hard to give away a trophy His Grace worked so hard to earn. (It's rather gauche to give a bottle of wine to someone on the condition they give the empty back.)
We could display them, but as few others recognise these as trophies, we don't want to give the wrong impression that we are wine-bibbers.
So for now, our extensive collection of fencing trophies hides away in the top of a closet until we can figure out what to do with them.
Not sure if this is a crime or not.
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Her Grace considers the possibility of beouf bourgignone or coc-au-vin as another potential. Also, does wine expire or have a best-before date? This Mormon has no idea.
