Better than the success of getting the back garden fencing sorted, buying brake pads and spark plugs and running a Sunday morning 10km all in the same weekend. Oh and it tastes like cherries and goes well with reheated Saturday dinner because it’s Sunday and you’re lazy.
If this wine was a footballer it would be John Stones. Light, elegant, capable of dazzling you, but not quite as light, elegant and dazzling as whatever the pinotage version of Virgil Van Dijk is (a Rijks maybe, Virgil Van Rijk anyone?).
Wood chips and Liver Sausage. Under-scored because Spier get too much love.