when I lived in New Orleans I shopped at Martins’ Wine Cellar as often as I could afford to. I often bought Serrano ham there along with aged Manchegos to enjoy with a simple white or rose. Once, I bought a wheel of Munster and took it home to my apartment where I opened the many windows in the bedroom and let in the 85 degree afternoon. I closed the door and had a couple glasses of wine in the air conditioned living room. After 45 minutes or so, the cheese (a perfect specimen, ripe and fine) was soft and my bedroom smelled like a well used horse stable. I ate the cheese slowly, over a few hours time with a locally baked ficelle and the rest of the wine, probably an Alsatian pinot blanc.
That, my friends, is livin’.