Not just any old port in a storm

Hi

Before Michael picks me up on it, yes I _know_ it should have been Quinta do Noval!! Put it down to being tired and emotional and incapable of typing anyway.

at 22:42:53 +0000, I said:-

Duh!

Come on Ian, I catched such a terrible coald, I didn't even realize the typo. What's even more boring: yesterday evening I took the last sip of a Mazanilla San León from Argüeso (from a screw-capped half bottle), and it tasted like tap water. (No, it was *not* the wine's fault!)

M.

Hi Michael Pronay,

on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 12:01:48 +0100, you said:-

Poor you!! But you must admit, that if you'd been on form, you would have teased me terribly about it!

Anyway, we had another port today. I don't know if you were aware of the "Boxing Day" tradition in the UK, when the Christmas celebrations are continued for a second day of great excess. Anyway, after the Turkey yesterday, with the Haut-Brion '86, and the Quinta do Noval, today was a massive 3 rib beef roast. Properly hung (3 weeks) and properly cooked (33 mins per kg - that's 15 mins a pound for the metrically challenged) in a hot oven, it was divine accompanied by Ch Belcastel 1996 (which was quite surprsingly foward and showing very nicely indeed). With the Stilton, we had Taylor's 1963, which frankly I preferred to the Quinta do Noval. A little fuller in the mouth and with more fruit on the nose. Another fine meal. Tomorrow it's slumming it with the mindblowing Goose Pie that my niece made and brought with her. Plus some dutch smoked eel, and some excellent Orkney smoked salmon and mackerel. Life doesn't get much better.

That's AWFUL. Go to bed with a glass of honey, lemon and hot water with a large slug of whisky. It's my father's favourite recipe for not curing a cold.