In which three French half-bottles from The Wine Society are put through the rigorous Parn tasting process
… is a sharp, acidic gob-flasher who reads Zola novels and plays the bassoon
A significant portion of which is devoted to a spirited ‘crie de coeur’ on the subject of ready meal packaging, and most of the rest of which contemplates distasteful sexual activities practised upon Russian politicians. I’m up-front about this stuff, y’know.
In which Old Parn has his pain threshold put to the test, both physically and psychologically, and his concept of luxury dramatically redefined — before collapsing into the embrace of a Wine Society half-bottle.
… is a wine for rooftop terraces and golden sunshine
… is delicious, extraordinary and quite goddamn sexy. Even if it *does* taste of raisins. Because wrinkles can be sexy, too.
… doesn’t play remotely hard to get: extrovert, fruit-laden, immediate
… will help you avoid meting out acts of equine violence should you be confronted with the prospect of a Pinot Noir Twitter shindig