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Another of our regular Friday afternoon tastings at Wine-Searcher Towers. My palate is not usually on the best form at 4.30 on a Friday afternoon, but, having stocked all three wines during my time at Bottle Apostle in London, I was looking forward to this trio. 125 more words
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Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.