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  • Tamlyn Currin
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  • Tamlyn Currin
1 Sep 2011

‘Many are called and few are chosen', was the opening line as we sat in a room in London last June, glittering with rows of glasses and jewelled amber liquid, the scent of madeira heavy in the chilled air. There was an unmistakable sense of high drama and anticipation; it’s not often one gets to taste 200 years of history.