|
It's a sad fact and a demonstration of how long we've been kicking about the nether regions of the Australian wine industry that we knew Max Allen before he was Max Allen..if you get our drift. But the really amazing thing about all that is that, after the million odd bottles of Mornington Peninsula Carbernet Suaveignon he's drunk over the years, he still remembers us. And for that, Rosemary and I am almost grateful. In fact, over the years he has been a subliminal presence in a lot of what we do here at Bloodwood, and is in effect, the original Big Man In Tights. A courageous and deeply informed wine writer, particularly on a "root" day, this very human being has an inside leg measurement which would make Gary Vaynerchuk blush. Thanks Max.
"Ah, Geoffrey, those were the days, as my great mate Hugh Johnson was wont to
opine whilst sipping a startling young Mosel on the banks of the Rhine (or
was it a Rhine on the banks of the Mosel) and watching the sun go down yet
again over the lilting and slightly decrepit tiled roofs of Bad
Zreushammerundstrang ...
|
