The One Wine I Can Ever Remember
Melbourne, Australia. 1996.
The Australian housemates I lived with in Melbourne were an inspiration and shaped some of my better personality traits thanks to their good example. But before this turns into an Oscar acceptance speech, they also taught me about wine :§)>
Not in a ‘swilling Blue Nun’ way or a poncey ‘Oh Marjorie can you appreciate the delicate nougat-y bouquet’ sense. Nope. They taught me about how a great wine can complement a great moment, event or context.