Pomerol Return/Fag-end Xmas Trees

I wake up at the Pavillon hotel in Margaux. Theoretically I should be suffering a mild hangover, but the pedigree of last night’s fermented grape juice ensures that my body is lenient in punishment for such wanton libation. I catch the flight back to Gatwick, catch the train back to Guildford where I write up tasting notes and [...]

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