Dry, medium bodied, unoaked southern Burgundy. Intense buttery nose and taste with more than a hint of Macon like chalk and apple.

Lovely wine.

Proper chardonnay

Now please get your blueboys to do to BC what Wales did to England.

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Lots of butter with no oak?

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Yep, Im still here.

Now look, just because you're joint top of the Premiership there's no call to be cheeky.

Clearly, a Welshman's butter is obviously a parsnip's boy's parsnip.

There is no oak and I get butter.

Now shoosh

Now please get your blueboys to do to BC what Wales did to England.

They did, You obviously weren't there as the bottles that flew in our direction were all beer bottles.

If you had been there I would have expected a Blossom Hill Pinot Grigio and a cheap SA'n Chenin with a note attached saying

To whichever Welsh twat it may concern......try combining the two. You might get something tidy.

Champions this year, no problem.....

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Yep, Im still here.

You're lucky that I wasn't there, the only thing I ever won at school was throwing the wine bottle.

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Throwing bottles - huh.....well now, hardly any wine was drunk in the UK between 1952 and 1958. VP wine (you'll have to google that if you weren't around in the fifties) I suppose, and claret & chablis for fancy folks.

** I'm disappointed now. Clearly, a late developer.

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Duncan

We had Harveys and Averys as locals.
Every Xmas we had a bottle of sherry for the maiden great-aunts. Father had a half-bottle of scotch, and mother had a bottle (oval) of Tarragona.
Also appeared a weird green bottle of Green Goddess cocktail. Some say it had absinthe in it...

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Blimey !....it's like Hinge and Bracket.

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