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  • Jancis Robinson
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  • Jancis Robinson
17 Jul 2017

I've known Jasper Morris MW since before he had those letters after his name. Both Oxford graduates, him three or four years after me, we were Master of Wine students together in the mid 1980s. With his shock of red hair, exceptional confidence, loud voice and notable height, he was unignorable. He was always the one in class who'd tell us all…