It started as many things do these days, with an Instagram Story. And, as all things ‘Story’ go, I have only the ephemeral visual memories and snippets of seconds to tie together an actual story which is one that started, in a winery. There in a shiny innards of a stainless steel tank was a red wine. I assumed it was most probably Grenache as it clearly had very little maceration on its skins which gave that humming, neon red only Grenache can have. It’s a red that’s nearly rosé, […]
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