By Isabel Palmer PUBLISHED: 07:53 EST, 29 Jul 2013 | UPDATED: 07:53 EST, 29 Jul 2013 Two weeks ago we would not have held me with a potion of red in my hand, let alone sniffing, swirling, swilling and swigging it down while entrance out with remarks like “Oh it’s unequivocally oaky with tones of [...]
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