When I was about 12 or 13 I was a little rebel skater chick in a very wealthy community and my friends and I used to go to all the houses that were in the final stages construction and explore. The most fascinating parts of these new $10 mil+ houses were the epic places to store their wines. Sometimes there were huge spiral staircases down into a basement area and sometimes they were closet type rooms right off the kitchen. I even saw one that was in the kitchen counter with a mechanism similar to the ones they use at big dry cleaning places- press a button and the wine was whisked to you from an area under the floorboards or something.

The best one was a door off the kitchen that had a spiral staircase down into a huge room. One side of the wall was going to be floor to ceiling wine, but the other walls were bare except for another little sliding door. Behind that sliding door was another, smaller, non spiral staircase, leading up. So we followed it and ended up on the opposite side of the house, on the second floor, coming up through a hatch in the floor, behind the minibar, in the master bedroom. That's when I decided to grow up to be a really, really rich alcoholic.

I'm halfway there.