It’s a tough job tasting wines for the Spectator Wine Club but one that I selflessly shoulder on your behalf. Occasionally, though, as on this occasion, I ask my nearest and dearest to help me.
Mrs Ray is a unifying presence and approached the dozen or so bottles from Honest Grapes with her usual integrity, professionalism and accountability. My eldest son, Ferdy, withdrew as he believed it was ‘the right thing to do’ (he’s teetotal). My youngest son, Ludo (who’s anything but), was keen but overslept. ‘I believe I have much to offer,’ he texted from under his duvet, ‘but I am afraid that this is simply not the right time.’
Mrs R and I pressed on alone in the interests of continuity and stability and, keen for borrowing costs to fall, we ensured that our picks cost no more than £13.50
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