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Tag: wine
An unexpected surprise
I was going through some boxes at my parents, looking for some old stamp albums that I left here when I moved to the UK. I didn’t find all of what I was looking for, but I did find a duo of bottles of Bordeaux that McGill commissioned for the 175 anniversary of the university. They’ve spent close to the last 20 years packed away in my grandmother’s old trunk. I’m hoping they’re still good. Watch this space when I get back to Switzerland.
Bring me wine!!!
After much waiting, I have finally received my wine cellar! Zoop! Zoop!
Pictures from the Caves Ouvertes
All I want for Christmas…
Is to get hammered and to get lucky, though not preferably at the same time.
Mood glass-o-meter
The top line could also be renamed “Grogan measure”.
Vendanges
Yesterday was the last day the oldies were in town. Bean and I took them to the airport this morning on the train. We did manage to give them a proper send-off though. Yesterday was the Vendanges at the Morges city vineyard. We took the little land train from the CGN dock, visited the vineyard itself, then spent an hour harvesting grapes. We had a lovely picnic on top of the hills, got thoroughly hammered on very good local wine, got some to take back home, then went back home and got ready to go see the girl. The weather was perfect for it and Bean thoroughly enjoyed himself! All in all, a perfect way to say thank you :)
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Just when I was getting used to the concept of boxed wine
Boxed wine, for all the flack it gets, can be a useful thing, for cooking or when you just want a glass without opening à full bottle. The quality has also gotten a lot better in recent years. But pouch wine? Juice carton wine ? That’s going a step too far.
Morges market wine lady, how I have missed you
Last summer, we fell in love with a little local pinot gris, but I never blogged about it or took down the contact information. Wine lady was there every Saturday, like clockwork, until she wasn’t. I spent months trying to remember the name, or anything that could help me find it again. This weekend, I was going to ask around the other market vendors when lo and behold, wine lady was back. And there was much rejoicing.
Just one glass for me, please
Now that’s the sort of glass Katy would like…