Bit soft on the bottle pixels this night, sorry, but you can probly see why. Bit too big for little Whitey? Uh-huh. Great night well had by experts. Ancient Australian wines in perfect bright condition. And some of the modern pertuse whites of the region of France they call, I think, Champagne. Just one of those sorts of evenings. Drinkin not photographin. And not at all sorry about this, but these old treasures always make me recall what the blokes who made 'em drove. I want all of these wheels owned by mates up my street. I saw 'em up in the mountains in November. Ovens Valley, in fact ... phylloxera country! Burn rubber - fry all that phylloxera outa them big gumballs!
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