I opened this bottle after the first Music Club of the season. It is an event that marks the end of summer and always arrives too soon. There was some good music, though. The Bridgewaters are always a pleasure, but the evening's highlight was Dawn singing songs dedicated to joy and sorrow. It was only towards the end of the evening that I began to yearn for a glass of blackcurrant wine and a slice of chocolate beetroot cake.
The wine was its usual sharp, fruity self and is unmistakeably blackcurrant. We did not quite finish the bottle, leaving enough for a taster tonight, after trying small glasses of blackcurrant gin and blackcurrant vodka. The gin wins by an inch.
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