Decanting the Family Through the HolidaysBy Christopher Watkins They pour through the door with all the wild aggression of a blood-crimson Cabernet cascading past the thin lips of a glistening and primed fine decanter, landing at our table— voices splashing and breaking— just as wine does on the bubble at the base of a decanter’s fragrant belly. With time, these sharp components settle soft into the whole, down the sides of our chairs, into the warmth of a waiting meal— camaraderie and community— and the night takes on the smooth, even-bodied integration of a perfectly aged blend— a…