Wednesday, March 22, 2017

More Claret!

Another English writer, Nick Harkaway, was even more enthusiastic in his praise of claret:

"I hover over the expensive Scotch and then the Armagnac, but finally settle on a glass of rich red claret. I put it near my nose and nearly pass out. It smells of old houses and aged wood and dark secrets, but also of hard, hot sunshine through ancient shutters and long, wicked afternoons in a four-poster bed. It's not a wine, it's a life, right there in the glass."

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