This has to be a metaphor for something.

I'm always so excited when I pull back the foil on a new bottle of wine to discover a real cork. A cork made of actual cork, not plastic and certainly not a screw top. Do I realize that some of the best wines they are making today come in boxes? Yeah, I do. But there's something about that cork that feels special, somehow. It's like finding the prize in the cereal box. That is, until little bits of cork are floating around in your glass of Merlot.

Be careful what you wish for?