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...pumping out more than 100,000 gallons of wine every year - and we're not talking run-of-the-mill plonk. "The quality of grapes produced by it is evidenced by the wines now in the cellar," wrote the St. Helena Star in 1882, "one of which - the Zinfandel Claret - we have rarely seen equaled." Most wine aficionados believe that the 1976 "Judgment of Paris" - the historic blind tasting by French critics who, to their own shock, preferred American entries to French - was the first time the New World beat out Old World wines. But the Franco-Swiss...
...given time, you’ll see Jim in Guatemala vetting work for Panama, translating work and also coordinating things in Boston,” says Claret M. Vargas ’96, a third-year Law School student and co-president of HLS Advocates for Human Rights. “He has boundless energy and yet never makes you feel guilty in terms of how much work he does...
...wine bar where he knocks back several glasses of "Chateau Thames Embankment." It's modeled on the El Vino wine bar, www.elvino.co.uk, at the bottom of Fetter Lane, off Fleet Street (although there are four other branches). The bar in fact boasts a distinguished wine list - absolutely no "cooking claret" - and traditional food such as steak-and-kidney pie. Flashes of inspiration occasionally strike Rumpole in these convivial surroundings, but more often than not he returns home to Gloucester Road and discusses the mysteries of his current case with Hilda, who naturally solves them for him - or at very least...
...enjoyed the claret jug so much I didn't want to give it back.' PADRAIG HARRINGTON, pro golfer, after winning the British Open two years...
...moment Jean tires of spouting aphorisms and spitting venom; he offers her a glass of water. As an oenophile might hold a sip of claret in his mouth, testing its taste, Jean lets his mind race through the most demeaning possibilities, entertaining worst-case scenarios. He tries flattery, complimenting Gabrielle as he might a statue: "Your neck has such a lovely blush when you're nervous. Your skin reflects your every thought. I can trace your life in each blue vein. They're highly visible, even the blood pulsing through them. ... The blood in your temples appealed...