Welcome to the 7th installment of "WINE PARAPHERNALIA THAT MAKES US UNCOMFORTABLE AND/OR SCARED" (or W.P.T.M.U.U.A.O.S. for short)

Oh, we need wine for dinner....whatever will we do?  Wait a minute...what are you standing on?  Oh yeah, it's my James-Bond-Villain-Wine-Cellar-Lair I forgot I had because I'm so rich I can afford to forget things like where my wine cellar is and where I'm going to hide your body after I kill you.  Did I say that outloud? 

Anyway, this is great design but sheesh, really?  How many drunk dinner guests have gone head-first down this Hitchcock Movie about alcoholics?  But I'm guessing if you can afford this, you can afford a miniature man-servant who lives at the bottom if your wine cellar and gets your wine for you.  I'm 5'11" when I slouch.  I enjoy cots and canned food and answer to Reginald, Doyle, or "Yoo Hoo, Little Wine Boooy!"