The bad ones...

Kressman red. I would have been about 12 years old.

I am sure it would be a bottle of red I opened at the top of Everst and shared with my Sherpa guide back in 1992. We had a Hibatchi and roasted some yak. It was delicious. A bit hard to breathe. But the view was amazing.

All of the them. I have no favourites.