I am nowhere near that anal. Yet I am far more anal than that.
This unit houses both Mr Tattie Heid and Mr Picky, which is pretty much like Oscar Madison and Felix Unger being embodied in one person. In fact, I think I enjoyed The Odd Couple so much because I identify with both characters, and relate very strongly to their struggle to coexist.
I keep an inventory here in the machine, and keep track therein of what is open, as well as when and where I bought it, for how much, when I opened it and when I finished it. As to where the bottles actually are...well, they're all within eight feet of me at this moment, and the open ones are all within reach. But the filing system leaves much to be desired.
I only have four or five open at a time, usually; at the moment there are seven, which is unusual. And I rarely worry about replacing bottles, so I don't have the same incentive to keep track that you do. I want a different set of bottles open when these are gone. I find that I do tend to keep all of the bottles going at similar levels, so I tend to empty several in short order; this gives me the opportunity to decide what sort of range I want my next four or five to be.
I am slowly working out a plan to get things more physically organized here (and not just whisky). If I can work out a way to store the bottles that will be more satisfactory to Mr Picky, I may well allow myself to keep more open. At the moment, I couldn't possibly keep track of ten or fifteen open bottles. As it is, one occasionally gets forgotten for a long period.