It is a strange fact of life that there always seems to be a bottle of Château Musar in the cellar. I’m never fully sure from whence they come, but I know that it’s not because I picked them up at the winery as I’ve yet to visit Lebanon, sadly. I think the blame for the Musar supply channels lies with Duty Free in airports (especially in London) where, upon arriving at my dutiful two hours or so before a flight that will inevitably be delayed (hi, Stanstead), I wander […]
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