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Burgundy wine | Burgundy wine

terence-clarke's picture
David Kennard leans lovingly over the glass before him, which is filled with the somber beauty of a vintage French pinot noir. He surveys the wine a moment, and then takes a sip, enjoying every sensation that it gives him. "We spent one full year with people who make wine like no one else in...
mary-wilkinson's picture
In the morning I put tulips on the table. They are the colour of  a lipstick I bought in a pharmacy in Paris. They verge on muted Raspberry with a hint of vanilla running through them.  The  inherited vase belonged to an Aunt. It is the colour of the sea, Aegean blue.    In the afternoon I walked...