It can be gruelling to be constantly bombarded with propaganda about the wonders of new world wines which so often suffer from that cloying ‘oaked’ taste. What a pleasure then, during a recent lunch at Tate Britain, to be confronted by the soft and perfectly balanced tones of a half bottle of claret – one of a few incomparable treats our world has to offer.
The first in an occasional series. prizes for the first reader to guess the identity of the guest (conditions apply).
2 comments:
I can't guess the guest's identity, but I can guess his (or her) age. Wrong side of 60.
Fascinating. I love wine and I wish to take it up! Micheal Brown.
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