Or, they could just look at the label:

Physicists at Bordeaux University have developed a method of dating wine by measuring its radioactivity.

Philippe Hubert and his team used the same principle as carbon dating to calculate the age of wine by measuring its caesium-137 levels – the amount of radioactive material it contains.

By measuring the wine's radioactivity due to fallout from events such as the atmospheric nuclear tests conducted from 1950 to 1963 and the Chernobyl disaster of 1986, the vintage can be accurately determined.

The research may one day be able to identify terroir as well.

'Different concentrations of radioactive particles reflect chemistry and the environment. We want to find out if a "nuclear ID card" can be produced for wines. It's difficult, even utopian, but potentially very interesting,' Hubert told decanter.com.

Wines from Bordeaux, Burgundy, Alsace and Corsica dating from 1986 can be differentiated according to caesium-137 levels.

What if some unscrupulous person fakes the label? You might get wine with the wrong radiation level.

Or, they could just look at the label:

At first, I thought this was about the parents who couldn't determine the sex of their child.

You might get wine with the wrong radiation level.

"I'd like a Merlot in the three wineaton range...."

It's a robust wine, with a pleasant bouquet and a great afterglow.

Boston? I wouldn't have guesses Boston....

Boston, Boulder lead nation in marijuana use

Students blamed for prevalence of pot in college towns

Wow, really?

There's also a map. Lot of potheads in CA. But also in Western CO. Curse you, Bob Denver, and your Rocky Mountain High!

eta:

“The further north you are, typically, the more alcohol is consumed,”

Which is why Finland rocks.

ita, may you be as pleasently surprised by the bill as I was. They didn't charge me for any of the labor or parts that did not solve the problem. I know that's all scrupulous and stuff, and I do expect it from them, but I know they legitimately put waaaay more hours into figuring it out and yabnking shit than they charged me for. I'm planning on baking cookies for officemate (for giving me rides) and I think I shall drop some off there. Yeah, sure, then have $800 from me already, but... I like being treated well. And they crack me up, pretending to be matchmakers in the office.

No thunderstorm here, but it has really cooled off.

Sink still clogged.

I forgot to swing by lisah's, dangint.

Curse you, Bob Denver, and your Rocky Mountain High!

Bob Denver? Oh, wait, Maynard G. Krebs = Beatnik = pot. Gotcha.

But, John Denver works as well.

Me and my old lady
Sit and pass the pipe around...

But, John Denver works as well.

Oh, um, that's who I meant.

I'm not stoned.

See, tommyrot, I'm trying to make it look like you meant Bob Denver! Just mention "bongos," and then we'll never speak of it again.