It was 2015. I was slightly younger, living in a different village, and most importantly, thought nothing of going to Morocco, in July, during Ramadan. That was an adventure worthy of the hardest of face-palm emojis but at the same time, it gave me one of the rare opportunities to see winemaking up close in Morocco, which admittedly isn’t a country that burbles to the top of people’s minds when […]
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