Today's OneWord: Aged

"This wine," murmured Bartholomew. "It hasn't aged well." And to prove his point, he emptied his entire glass onto the grass beneath his feet, the red spreading angrily among the green, staining everything, ultimately, purple.

The owner of the winery grew equally as purple in the face, and I was left no choice but to drag Barty out by the arm and chastise him in the parking lot.