Several years ago, I was attending the press dinner for the Grands Jours de Bourgogne and somehow ended up seated next to a high-level director for one of the largest negociants in Burgundy. I would say that it was an interesting conversation, but it mainly consisted of my eating dinner while he shat upon all other wines of the world that weren’t French which… was quite French in its own regards. The sole item of actual interest to me in this was a lengthy diatribe that rose and fell between […]
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