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Barbecue wines: Four choices to enjoy come rain or shine

SECOND guessing the British summer weather is a bit like a game of spin the bottle but without the kissing. But come rain or shine I bet many of you will be pouring some barbecue wines as you singe the sausages and panic about the burgers. Here’s a pink, white, red and a sparkles – perfect barbecue wines, whether you’re […]

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Rosa dei Frati 2014 summer pink wines

Summer pink wines to enjoy while the sun is out (or when it rains)

AS its summer,  I suggest you grab some summer pink wines,  glasses and head to your nearest park, picnic basket in hand. And as its summer, don’t forget the umbrella. Some people view pink wines as flim flam, never to be touched. One or two wines here may convince you otherwise. But first, do you know

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Châteauneuf-du-Pape, Fathers Day

Châteauneuf-du-Pape is a special-buy red for Father’s Day

If I had a pound for every time people say “Châteauneuf-du-Pape” when I ask them to name their special-buy red, I wouldn’t be sitting here. Sorry, but that’s how shallow I am. It’s June and you might not be thinking of red wine, but tomorrow is Father’s Day, so you have an excuse. I asked

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Wine Press: Provence rosé wines … who needs excuses to perk up with a pink

Let’s talk about pinks. Yes; perhaps we associate rosé wine with summertime; but as the September weather has been a pleasant surprise we have an excuse to perk it up even more with a pink. The lightest of light pinks are those from Provence in the south of France, a region which has a wine-making history

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National Burger Day red wines

Wine Press: National Burger Day and red wines to disguise disasters

I MADE burgers the other day. I needed burgers for the barbie. There weren’t any in the shops. I could have flattened meatballs, but I felt sorry for them, sitting there pert and plump and perfect and expectant. I would have felt like I’d squashed a fly. So I made some. Perfect timing too, as this coming Wednesday, t’internet tells me, is National Burger Day. (Not for the

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