With snow still lying on the ground outside in London, a tasting of southern French rosés was seasonally anachronistic but all the more enjoyable for that. Here were a hundred summer holidays, bottled, chilled and fitted with slo-flo pourers lest the heat of nostalgia gave anyone a sudden thirst.
Written by 19 Feb 2009
A rosy foretaste of summer
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