I had a lovely bottle of Bordeaux at French restaurant Caveau in Liverpool the other night.
Château Cru Cantemerle, Bordeaux Supérieur 2012 was ruddy with redcurrants, pecked with pepper and tickled with a touch a tobacco.
It was a very moreish glass of something to sit alongside my plate of grilled lamb cutlets served with pea and mint croquettes.
For a school night this was a very special treat indeed. I couldn’t eat all of the lamb … but, well, it’s rude not to finish a bottle of Bordeaux. It had travelled from the south west of France, after all.