Tuesday, 10 November 2009

A guest writes

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).


The Wine Mule said...

I can't guess the guest's identity, but I can guess his (or her) age. Wrong side of 60.

Anonymous said...

Fascinating. I love wine and I wish to take it up! Micheal Brown.