The drawn cork suggested nothing amiss, but within an hour, when the first glasses were poured, it became obvious that the wine’s soul had left its body, leaving behind only a corpse – a thin, off-colour simulacrum of its former self.
18 January 2018, The Tablet
A great wine that 'dies' before your eyes is a sobering intimation of mortality
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