I returned to London to have a few people round to dinner at mine.
We had a diverse spread of lots of different things, a sort of picnic style... or perhaps meze... depends...
We drank 2 bottles of the wine pictured below. It was officially beyind its best, and 1978 was never a 'great' year - apparently, what do I know.
However, whilst the second bottle tasted overly of loam and had fruity flavours that dried out too rapidly in the mouth the first bottle we drank (deliberatly in that order - hoping the air would mellow the other) was fine. And I for one thoroughly enjoyed it.
I think everyone involved drank as much as they wanted. Staying prudently this side of upright.
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