Some of you might be irritated by my penchant for using questions as titles for entries. I crave your indulgence...
Screwtop, I am dying to hear about the prices in Piedmont. Bring it on honey!
For my own part, I consumed way too much 10 year old Taylor Fladgate on Friday evening, which effectively put me out of action for the whole weekend. Time was, I wouldn't have turned a hair, now I have great difficulty completing a sentence with a subordinate clause. The hair of the dog almost put me right on Saturday evening. A fine bottle of 'Clos des Fées', and it might be said that those fairies had been trampling blithely in the Côtes de Roussillon. Well balanced, honeyed but not oversweet, with a lingering Burgundian aftertaste, although it did propel me into bed rather swiftly once the sun had gone down.
The proprietor, one Hervé Bizeul, has his own rather amusing blog http://www.closdesfees.com/blog/. Fomerly one of France's foremost sommeliers, here is is cultivating his own ' jardin'. I need a vineyard. I really do. What do I have to do to get one?
Post scriptum.
Whoever regulates BC wines has decided that there are far too many animals on the labels. Apparently the liquor stores are concerned about the menagerie-like quality of the shelves, so no more owls, quails, grouse, elephants(?)
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