We are in 'the' region if your tipple is wine. Moored on the Canal du Centre in the Bourgogne (or as us British call it Burgundy). So off comes scoots and we do the wine chateaux, roads, cellars and obviously the degustation. Don't worry it was/is all smell, taste and spit (it was with a few of our cousins from across the pond). Margaret not amused at the noise of the virtual gargling and violent spitting. She thought it was uncouth and what a waste. This waste was even commented upon by other 'fellow' Americans. It's all in a day's work tasting France's finest.
Clos des Mouches at Joseph Drouhin in Beaune.
A well known wine in France. A bit on the pricy side at €7400 for a party bottles as bellow.
A couple of Jeroboams of Clos des Mouches.
They could have dusted before we came. Apparently the mould is a penicillin mould which as we know is the basis of many antibiotics and protects the wine and the bottle from other not so friendly growths.
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