mikeskinner:

at the longest champagne bar in the world i finally reacquaint myself with francois diligent rose. i tried and liked it many years ago through the challenging prism of someone who thought champagne was for wankers. then i forgot the name enough to make mounting an online search fruitless. but today i remember it enough to instantly recognise it on the menu. onward to belgium. at some point i will have to cross the line from grape to hop but there is no sense in rushing these things. a welcome distraction from the pressures of d.o.t dithering

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