Opening a third bottle was really not a good idea, however much it seemed so at the time. We had come back from a successful WYSO concert and were entertaining Rachel, Duncan and Rachel's Estonian colleague, Gunnar(rrr). Basically, I was showing off.
We all agreed that this orange wine tasted lovely. Rachel pointed out thought that at this point we could be drinking potato wine and thinking it rather good.
Amazingly, and undeservedly, I woke on Sunday morning without a hangover. There is no justice.